Did God really not answer our prayers?

Published December 31, 2012 by gigiwellness28

There was a boy, who was brought up by his widow mother (a devoted Christian), he learnt to pray ever since he could remember, his first reading material was the artwork with scripture from Sunday School, which he enjoyed the activities and had always been the best behaved kid in the class.

The boy grown up and started working.  Few years later, he met some new friends and hung out with the wrong group of people.  He started to think he knew much more than his Mom, he concerned more on his “eventful” life style and soon his “eventful” schedules had no spare slot to attend church services, read Bible, pray nor stay at home; he became rebellion towards his Mom and even reluctant to have contact with her.

About a couple of decades later, his Mom passed away in her sleep.  While clearing out her belongings, he found an envelope addressed to him.  It was a letter from his Mom, telling him how much she loved him and how much God loves him; how she had put him in her daily prayers, even when it seemed he was so far away from her and God; how she longed to see him return back to God; and how she believed God will one day answered her prayers.

His tears kept flooding down his face, his Mom’s words had melted his last shield, he had never thought she would still pray for him even after the rude remarks he had made to her, to her belief and to God; he couldn’t believe the extent of her faith in God.  Right on the spot, he made a tremendous decision, he confessed his sins to God and repented.  Then he got rid of all his “so-call” friends and started to attend church services.  Not only did he return back to God, he also decided to involve himself in ministry work.

The above is his testimony.

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Dear Friends,

Did God answered his Mom’s prayers?

Yes, God did.

God heard her and He knew when was the perfect time to answer her prayers.

God’s schedules are differ from our schedules; we cannot say God does not answer our prayers just because we haven’t seen the results yet.  Remember, we are short sighted; God is long sighted.

No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love Him.  ~ I Corinthians Chapter 2 verse 9 (New Living Translation)

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Have a glorious day!!   :-)

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Life is like a Camera – Author Unknown

Published October 15, 2012 by gigiwellness28

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Just focus on what’s important

and

capture the good times.

Develop from the negatives

and

if things don’t work out,

just make another shot!

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Have a glorious day!!   🙂

Unconditional Love

Published September 4, 2012 by gigiwellness28

Before a child was born, the parents-to-be will get prepare for its arrival;
After the child was born, the parents will love the baby with all their hearts;
They will try to provide the best to the child through his/her life;
When the child behaves inappropriately, the parents will discipline the child and forgive the child;
It won’t stop there, the parents will continue to guide the child, because of their unconditional love towards the child.  But,

did the child know about the love before the birth?  NO
did the child know about the love when he/she was still an infant?  NO
did the child understand how deep his/her parents’ love to him/her?  MOST PROBABLY NOT
would the child’s parents think twice before loving their child?  NO
would the child’s parents love the child less, just because their inappropriate behaviours?  NO

God loves the world – whoever we are, whatever we had done – He still loves us.

Just like how parents loving their kids, even when the kids did not know the parents’ existing.  With no questions ask, parents love and provide their kids.

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This is love: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice of our sins. ~ I John Chapter 4 verse 10

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The Seasons of A Pear Tree

Published August 22, 2012 by gigiwellness28

There was a man who had four sons.  He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly, so he sent them each on a quest – in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in Winter, the second in Spring, the third in Summer and the youngest son in Fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said, “The tree was ugly, bent and twisted.”

The second son said, “No, it was covered with green buds and full of promise.”

The third son disagreed, “It was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful.  It was the most graceful thing I had ever seen.”

The last son disagreed with all of them, “It was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfilment.”

The man then explained to his sons that they were all correct, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life.

He told them, “You cannot judge a tree or a person by only one season.  The essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end.  When all the seasons are up.

“If you give up when it’s Winter, you will miss the promise of your Spring, the beauty of your Summer and fulfilment of your Fall.

“Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.  Don’t judge life by one difficult season.  Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come later.”

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Aspire to inspire before we expire.
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.

Happiness keeps us sweet.
Trials keep us strong.
Sorrows keep us human.
Failures keep us humble.
Success keeps us glow.
But only God keeps us going.

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Honesties vs “White” Lies

Published August 21, 2012 by gigiwellness28

I was working in the office and received a phone call from one of our company’s Sales, who is a very aggressive lady, she told me about a customer’s order was being delivered with an incorrect configuration and demanded for an explanation.

While listening to her, I searched for all the related documents and found the cause of this mistake was partly me and partly the supplier.  I explained that to her and told her what will be done to resolve this incorrect delivery.  She was happy with my answer and thanked me at the end of our conversation.

Not aware the conversation was overheard by my colleagues, I continued to work until I was approached by few colleagues, who said they were very surprised that the Sales was not screaming at me but accepted what I told her.

My reply was, “Maybe because I was being honest to her, told her exactly what went wrong and apologised to her.”  Some colleagues said to avoid any confrontation with this Sales, they would have put the blames to the supplier, since she does not deal with the supplier directly.

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Dealing with aggressive people can be difficult task, but when I tell the truth and accepted my own faults, I found it becomes an easiest job in the world.  That’s what my Dad told me (when I was young) that every morning when we pray, we need to ask God for guidance to face whatever we need to face during that day.

I don’t know why I have chosen this post title as [Honesties vs “White” Lies], I am not going to elaborate, I am going to just finish this post by sharing what I have read recently:

Romas: 5: 3-5 “We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance.  And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.  And this hope will not lead to disappointment.  For we know how dearly God loves us, because He has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with His love.”

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Who will Take My Son?

Published August 21, 2012 by gigiwellness28

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.  They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael.  They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Viet Nam conflict broke out, the son went to war.  He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier.  The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door.  A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, “Sir, you don’t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life.  He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly.  He often talked about you, and your love for art.”

The young man held out his package, “I know this isn’t much.  I’m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.”

The father opened the package.  It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man.  He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting.  The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.

He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.  “Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me.  It’s a gift.”

The father hung the portrait over his mantle.  Every time visitors came to his home, he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later.  There was to be a great auction of his collections.  Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.  On the platform sat the painting of the son.

The auctioneer pounded his gavel.  “We will start the bidding with this picture of the son.  Who will bid for this picture?”

There was silence.  Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, “We want to see the famous paintings.  Skip this one.”

But the auctioneer persisted, “Will someone bid for this painting?  Who will start the bidding?  $100?  $200?”

Another voice shouted angrily, “We didn’t come to see this painting.  We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts.  Get on with the real bids!”  But still the auctioneer continued, “The son!  The son!  Who’ll take the son?”

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room.  It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son.  “I’ll give $10 for the painting.”  Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

“We have $10, who will bid $20?”

“Give it to him for $10.  Let’s see the masters.”

“$10 is the bid, won’t someone bid $20?”

The crowd was becoming angry, they didn’t want the picture of the son.  They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.  The auctioneer pounded the gavel.  “Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!”

A man sitting on the second row shouted, “Now let’s get on with the collection!”  The auctioneer laid down his gavel, “I’m sorry, the auction is over.”

“What about the paintings?”

“I am sorry.  When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will.  I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time.  Only the painting of the son would be auctioned.  Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.  The one who took the son gets everything!”

God gave his Son 2,000 years ago to die on a cruel cross.  Much like the auctioneer, His message today is, “The Son, the Son, who’ll take the Son?”  Because whoever takes the Son gets everything.

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The Rest is Just Sand

Published August 21, 2012 by gigiwellness28

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him.  When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks that are about 2″ in diameter.

He then asked the students if the jar was full, they agreed that it was.  So the professor picked up a box of small pebbles and poured them into the already “full” jar.  He shook the jar lightly, the pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks.  The students laughed.  The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the already twice-over “full” jar.  Of course, the sand filled up the rest of the space.

“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this is your life.  The rocks are the important things — your education, your loves, your personal goals, your God, your health, your family — anything that is so important to you that you would probably be nearly destroyed if it were lost.  The pebbles are the other things that matter, like your job, your house, your possessions.  Then, the sand is everything else – the small stuff and daily clutter of life.

If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks.  Likewise with the pebbles.  The same goes for your life.  If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are really important to you.

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Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness…  Put your ideas in place and form a plan for achieving them.

Play with your children.  Take time to get medical check-ups.  Go out dancing.  Make time to laugh, and love.  Sit down often for long family meals.  Enjoy the holidays.

Try always, to keep your life in focus.  You will find that there will still be time to go to work, clean the house, wax the car, watch a show, pay the bills, or fix the air conditioner.  Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities, because…

The rest is just sand!

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