This is the product of my fertile thoughts. I am recreating them here and am sharing them with you, dear bloggers, for whatever benefits, if any, you could derive from them. I wish you could be more open and share with me your comments and suggestions so that I can improve on my blog. Thank you, God bless and have a nice day. Mel Avila Alarilla
There
are so many voices that compete for our attention. Which voice we will
heed will determine the path that we will take on our journey through
life. The earliest voices that we heard were those of our parents.
Theirs were the voices that nurtured us in our formative years. Then,
there were voices of tiny angels like us who dreamed and wondered with
us when we were groping for answers for the unending questions of life.
We have encountered the different voices of our teachers and mentors as
they instilled in us the disciplines and idealism that helped shaped
our formative years. Yes, theirs were the voices of our heroes of the
past, the ones we placed in our pedestals. Then, there were the
cacophonous voices that proliferated our world when we competed with
other wannabes as we climbed the stairway of the corporate world. Those
were the voices of intense rivalries, of backstabbing and rumor
mongering, of idle talks and gossips, of dressing downs and praises for
jobs well done. There were even sinister voices that led us astray,
who promised pleasures galore, but led us to the decadence of our souls.
But there is one particular voice that we must heed and take
to heart. That is the still small voice that whispers so softly in the
stillness of the night when everything is so quiet. We can only hear it
when we are at peace with ourselves and not agitated. It is the voice
of God coursed through our consciences. Continuous disregard of that
small soft voice will result in the hardening of our hearts and losing
the ability to hear that still small voice. Which voice we follow will
determine our destiny for eternity. SHALL WE HEARKEN TO LISTEN TO THAT STILL SMALL VOICE? Tags: God. Jesus Christ, Conscience, Still Small Voice, Voices
Have
you not consider how wonderful it is to be alive? How thoroughly
rewarding it is that we are loved by people that mattered most to us?
Have we not appreciated that the sun shines after a stormy day or the
light dawns after the darkness of the night? There are so many things
we ought to be thankful for. Surely, we thrive in the fresh air we
breathe. We hear the singing of the birds in the morning and the
swaying of the leaves and grasses as the wind passes by. We are
thrilled by the surging of the waves in the picturesque seashore. And
have we not gotten the thrill of our lives by journeying to the imperial
mountains that stand majestically amidst the clouds. The tiny
creatures of the day and night show how wonderful it is to be alive.
Have you seen the flying eagle as it soared ecstatically among the
clouds, impervious of all the din down below? How we love to stroll by
our favorite baywalk as seagulls come flying by? How we marvel at the
majestic sun as it sets in its golden halo as the night slowly creeps
in? And how we savor our favorite ice cream bar as we exchange pleasant
stories in the moonlit night?
Ah, the earth is so
peaceful as the light of the moon encompasses us all. And yes, have we
not felt the presence of an Unknown Being who have made all of these
things possible? How wonderful it is to be alive and cared for by an
Almighty God who is so gracious in providing all of our needs. ITS A
WONDERFUL LIFE.
Tags: It's A Wonderful Life, It's Wonderful To Be Alive, Life, Love, Cherished Memories, God, Divine Providence, Divine Grace
Your most productive years may have been behind you now and
you spend your time in utter loneliness and isolation, reliving your
glorious past. Before, you were used to the praise and adulation of
your millions of fans, but now you are left alone, staring on a blank
wall where the sound of silence seems so deafening. Ah yes, you could
still hear the applauses, the laughter, the celebration every time your
name was called during curtain calls. Your name was on everyone's lips
and dashing gentlemen made a beeline to hand you their bouquet of
flowers. You have them all, boxes of chocolates, endless greeting
cards, love notes- everything that reminded you of the tumultuous glory
days of your life. People swooned when they heard your voice, and
each end of your production numbers were greeted with thunderous
applauses and endless calls for an encore.
Ah, you
remember your past loves, the endless queues of men in your life. The
fabulous places you have reached, the how do you do's with the high and
mighty in your heyday. You have been around the world living in the
adulation of your legions of fans. You savored each inebriating moment
of your existence. You transferred from arms to arms, intoxicated by
the love abundantly poured on your lap by your countless lovers. But
you had your final curtain call. You are no longer famous. You are no
longer beautiful. The voice that has so captivated millions of souls
have now been reduced to a croaking and melancholy voice.
And as you look at the empty wall on a cramped room you are renting,
you felt the hot tears of loneliness and grief falling from your eyes,
gliding down your face. You closed your eyes and relived once more in
your mind the glory days of your youth, when the world adored the
beautiful and marvelous you. That was your very last curtain call.
Early next morning, the porter of the hotel found a lifeless corpse of
an old and emaciated woman still clutching in her hand her favorite
photograph.
Tags: Vaudeville Superstar, Rich and Famous, Last Curtain Call Posted by: Mel Avila Alarilla
"Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts" (Hebrews 4:7b)
DO YOU NEED HELP? ARE YOU IN THE DARK? CAN'T FIND YOUR WAY AROUND? NEED A FRIEND WHO WILL STICK WITH YOU THROUGH THICK OR THIN OR WHEN EVERYBDOY ELSE HAS DESERTED YOU?
