…with all I am

…never let her slip away

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I want to be loved like this. Oh God, I hope, I pray, for I don’t want to be adored, I want to be loved.
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“Never let her slip away”

I talked to my baby on the telephone, long distance
I never would’ve guessed I could miss someone so bad, yeah
I really only met her ’bout a week ago
But it doesn’t seem to matter to my heart

I know that I love her, I’m hoping that I never recover
‘Cause she’s good for me
And it would really make me happy
To never let her slip away

Feel like a kid with a teenage crush on a school date
I feel like the lead in ‘Romeo and Juliet’, yeah
I’m a little bit dizzy, I’m a little bit scared
I guess I never felt this much aware

That I love her, I’m hoping that I’ll never recover
‘Cause she’s good for me
And it would really make me happy
To never let her slip away

 

I really only met her ’bout a week ago
But it doesn’t seem to matter to my heart

I know that I love her, I’m hoping that I never recover
Yeah, she’s good to me
And it would really make me happy
To never let her slip away

I love her, I’m thinking that I never recover
Yeah, she’s good for me
I know it’s gonna make me happy
To never let her slip away
Oh I know it’s gonna make me happy
To never let her slip away

…ONE LITTLE ROSE

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I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of a friend,
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.

I would rather have one pleasant word
In Kindness said to me,
Than flattery when the heart is still
And life has ceased to be.

I would rather have a loving smile
From friends I know are true,
Than tears shed round my casket
When this world I’ve bid adieu.

Bring me all your flowers today
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I’d rather have one blossom now
Than a truckload when I’m dead!

~ Author Unknown ~

 

…He’s in control

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“…amidst all the dryness and difficulties of life, please don’t forget hope and don’t forget joy. You know why? Because God is in control. The Father will take care of everything!”

- Fr. Orbos

 

…The Mayonnaise Jar

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When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day is not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and fills it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured it into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “YES”.

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things – God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions. Things, that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and car. The sand is everything else — the small stuff.” he said.

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “There is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are
important to you…” he told them.

“So… pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Worship with your family. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Spend time with good friends. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the dripping tap. Take care of the golf balls first — the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled and said, “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”

Please share this with other “Golf Balls”

(SOURCE: by Jeff Cox @ http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=3178270464301&set=a.1176970273047.2027792.1491821872&type=1&theater)

…let my heart sing

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KANLUNGAN by NOEL CABANGON

KAHIT MAPUTI NA ANG BUHOK KO by NOEL CABANGON

TULOY PA RIN by NOEL CABANGON

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…Somebody is in charge

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“…Hold on to me so you won’t get lost.” – God

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“…we can look at life with all the problems and difficulties and trials, we can look at it with serenity and joy because the bottom line is, there is Somebody who is in control – there is a God who sees everything… who knows everything… there is a God who is in charge.”
- Father Orbos

Hold On 4H’s – Father Jerry Orbos “Moment Collection” SVD

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(Source of the picture: singingthroughtherain.net)

…it’s too late?! I hope not

 

 

IT’S TOO LATE

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SO FAR AWAY

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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

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…there’s a miracle!

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Would you rather
hear a lie that draws a smile,
or a truth
that draws a tear?

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At the Macy’s Department Store Thanksgiving Day parade, the actor playing Santa is discovered to be drunk by a whiskered old man. Doris Walker, the no nonsense special events director, persuades the old man to take his place. The old man proves to be a sensation and is quickly recruited to be the store Santa at the main Macy’s outlet. While he is successful, Ms. Walker learns that he calls himself Kris Kringle and he claims to be the actual Santa Claus. Despite reassurances by Kringle’s doctor that he is harmless, Doris still has misgivings, especially when she has cynically trained herself, and especially her daughter, Susan, to reject all notions of belief and fantasy. And yet, people, especially Susan, begin to notice there is something special about Kris and his determination to advance the true spirit of Christmas amidst the rampant commercialism around him and succeeding in improbable ways.

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Faith
is believing
when common sense
tells you not to.
It’s kindness
and joy and love
and all the other
intangibles. 

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The most real things
in the world
are those
that neither children
nor men can see.

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(Source: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0039628/)
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…together as one :)

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i’m not in a hurry but i want to be loved like this.

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