A Woman’s Voice

“I raise up my voice not so I can shout but so that those without a voice can be heard.” -Malala Yousafzai

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One time I came across this saying flashed on a web page and I was halted in thoughts, “Courage in women is called insanity.”  I came to reflect and recall on the times when as a woman I stood up for my belief and convictions on something, for someone and especially for myself.  I’m not pointing out to such a shallow woman’s complaints and ramblings but the time when a woman takes a stand, speak up and fights for a cause and a conviction when others won’t or someone can’t, yes those times when  a woman is almost charged insane. Courage in men is a common theme and always expected but courage in women is generally honestly not welcomed and applauded as much as courage in men.  Should a woman preferred be found weak, vulnerable, quiet and passive?

My meditation recently was also about courage. In the book of Joshua in the Bible chapter 1 alone, I have highlighted and found 4 times repeated were the words “be strong and courageous”.  The Bible has revolutionary spoken about redemption in the name of Jesus which has already cut across cultures, races and even sexes for the Apostle Paul said in Galatians 3:28, “There is no longer Jew or Gentile, slave or free, male and female. For you are all one in Christ Jesus”. A woman is also called to be strong and courageous. But such strength and courage does not spring up in expressive motions or the loudness of a woman’s voice, but in her heart where there is an unlimited capacity for a song of courage.

Women need not to worry if they will be considered unfeminine if they speak up. “We will not be free until we can speak our minds and our hearts without having to worry that men will crucify us, women will crucify us, the press will crucify us or our children will be ashamed. Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved,” author M. Williamson wrote.

Indeed, as a woman like me who speaks up her mind in writing and speech and thriving in a post-modern time when the existence of social media community  makes bashing, bullying and prejudice to whatever a woman has to say or do is so easy, I found it formidable to rise and speak up. And yet I still do, I can’t deny who I am. I am not insolent. I am a woman and I have been bestowed by my Creator God with a voice not to tear down but a voice to build up and point back to His glory.
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The journey for each woman to find her own voice is possible but it is a difficult one. Even some women have gone down the grave unheard or some in delusion that they were heard. Because almost always there are oppositions in this world to a true woman’s voice. Opposition that will come from both men and women.

TO MEN OF THIS PLANET. A woman might talk a lot and yet almost always have only one thing or something to say. But so often, we cannot speak it.  A secure man do not silence a woman’s voice but listens to it, does not compete with her but be her partner, does not use her but allow mutual support where she can also reach her God-given potential. M. Williamson stated, “Who is to hold space for a woman’s greatness? In many heterosexual relationships, a man is threatened by a woman’s greatness, finding a variety of ways to make her question her own beauty and strength. A secure man is not threatened by a woman’s intellectual or emotional power but celebrates the opportunity for a joyful partnership that it offers him. The conscious question is whether a relationship can handle two stars.” Once, I dated a man who liked me but never went to the street to hear me tell stories among streetkids but then saw me on TV around this kind of kids and read stories published about the causes I advocate. He admired what I do but wished I was a different type of woman, a woman whose voice (through my write-ups and opinions) is not on the forefront if I am to be identified as his girlfriend or wife. All I can say is at first, I wonder how my life was better or worst if I was not me but his type of woman. But now all I can say is, that man never heard from me and worst never got to see me for himself since then.

TO THE WOMEN OF THIS PLANET. Courage is not pulling other women down to appear strong and more beautiful. The mean-bitch girl is a girl not a woman. A secure woman can see the best in other women and not doubt herself nor impose herself to other women. As a woman, M. Williamson prods women, “Never to allow partnership especially with a man to silence your voice or keep you from supporting another woman in using hers, or you are helping perpetuate a most vicious muffling of a most beautiful sound. The world has no idea of the song we’re not yet hearing: women singing out, in harmony with men and each other, at full blast, at full volume. It’s music we need.”

My prayers go to the women who are in the journey of finding their voice and women whose voices are being shut by abuse, lack of rights, and oppression even perhaps by their own loved ones, authorities or leaders. May God bless all the women in this generation to be who they are created and called to be by their Divine Creator and Jesus Redeemer.  In culmination celebration of March as women’s month: to all the women out there especially my mother and sister, and women friends. For Beauty, Strength and Courage! Cheers!

That Little Black Dress

There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.- John Calvin

Sometimes I think there are more colors in our imaginations we have not given a name. I love colors almost all colors even both soft colors like pastels and loud colors as neons. But sometimes, there are ordinary things which makes the look extraordinary. Such is black for classy elegance.img_9348-edLately I thought of adding some special posts about the bead projects I’m working on which might be an interest to my women readers. Here are my latest designs which can make any the same little black dress look stylish and varied. Photo Above: The Lady’s Fuschia Necklace and Bracelet Pairs

And more variations for that little black dress. Clockwise L-R The Lady’s Blushing Blue Necklace and Below The Lady’s Golden Brown Necklace.
As often stated, “One can not be overdressed or under-dressed with black.

By the way I got a question, “Is black a color?” My Wiki friend says, “Black is the darkest color resulting from the absence or complete absorption of light. Like white and grey, it is an achromatic color, literally a color without hue”. On the other hand, my Physics friend says, “A color is visible light with a specific wavelength. Black and white are not colors because they do not have specific wavelengths”.
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Well, uhm until  now it is still undefined to me if black is a color or not. What do you think, let me know in the comments below. Nevertheless, today these jewels and an elegant black already inspired me. Hope you are inspired too! 🙂

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My best teacher is Love

Live Love, let love invade you. It will never fail to teach you what you must do.
– Carlo Carreto

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Is January too early to talk about love? Isn’t that supposed to be the hottest among topics in February. Well, we are barely 2 days before second month of the year 2017. And so much for our introspection at the start of the year.

It is not anymore a surprise for us that we actually don’t know a lot about tomorrow. Surely, we can have plans, projections, preparations and even contingencies. And yet we are limited in knowing the unfolding of the next moments.

Consequently for some of us in the past who have made plans and goals have already thrown those away because we feel frustrated that those are not even happening. We have relented to an aimless drift or ebb. For the start of this year, a good reminder would be that this is not the way to go. Then what is the way to go?

1 Corinthians Chapter 13 is entitled Love is the Excellent Way. And this has been a very personal banner actually of my endeavor in life. Some people mistake excellence with perfectionism. I have always defined excellence as love not perfectionism. In this way, I am not frustrated. In the said chapter, Paul was mentioning in word illustrations the extremes of who you are and what you can do accomplish in life but without love, you are still nothing.

When society start to define you as an adult, you begin to feel the several norms and tides of pressure to get a degree, job, career, family, stability and etcetera. One time in life, I felt sort of depressed that these stages weren’t happening chronologically in my life for example. Who would think after struggling to keep my scholarship for college that I would be working after for non-profit organizations surrounded by orphans, street people, poor communities, victims of calamities and abuse, women and children-at-risk advocating, communicating and mobilizing their cause almost voluntarily. That I’m not even grabbing a man to marry at age 30. That my career projectile seems to be having no momentum. That building a family is in the offing and stability is a far-cry.

But on the other hand, each day I do love or at least try my best to love a special moment, food, feelings, encounters, conversations, situations, persons even enemies  and creations I have which fill up my days, years and life in totality.

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Yes  I do have wise and crazy plans, wild dreams of running away with the man I fall in love with, high ambitions this year and legacy the coming years God willing. And how to do this? Several teachers I choose and some more I can let go but I can not give up on the best teacher I trust-Love.

I read this quote above somewhere and with a deep breath I believe it so, “Live Love, let love invade you. It will never fail to teach you what you must do.” I actually don’t know exactly what the next tide will bring but what only I know deep within is that I’ll ride the next tide with my best teacher. Love.
Are you also coming along?

Perhaps you will be interested. I was smiling about a related post of mine about the subject of Love same month 7 years ago, see here >>> Love Clouds My Mind

Each precious day of the year

“Days are expensive. When you spend a day you have one less day to spend. So make sure you spend each one wisely.”- Jim Rohn

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One time I was asked which I would rather to have more money or to have more time. Such a tricky question. What would you choose?

I don’t want to dwell too much time on which is which. I have learned to accept that each person is only given by God 24 hours a day irregardless if a person is rich or poor, wise or fool, young or old, white or black and so on.  In the amount of time given in a day, we are all equal. There is so much value in time if we recognize it.

Personally, my love language is quality time. Thus, I also am aware that there is such a thing as quality time. Everybody spends time but some people spend it recklessly while others maximize its value. Somebody said, time is not only measured in minutes but in  moments. This is also why I think we should also take time to give retrospect as the closing of this year nears. Personally, here are some of my points for retrospect:

GOALS. To be honest, I would say I have not achieved 100 percent of my goals and a bit frustrated I am not even halfway, maybe somewhere 25 percent. This annoys me that I have not been productive as I would have wanted or expected.  I take full responsibility for all of these though and I respect and thank myself for creating those goals. Because those goals somehow have given me motivation to plow through the days of the year and try my best heart out. I could fret and frown or beat myself for not making it or I could accept everything that happened, avoid making mistakes and re-adjust my goals and perhaps the time-frame as I look forward to a better season where a harvest can have crops in amazing yield. Nevertheless this still holds true- Proverbs 19:21, “You can make many plans, but the Lord’s purpose will prevail”.

CHARACTER/PERSONALITY. This is where I’d say I am getting lots of amazing progress this year. And when I say progress I don’t mean I am becoming perfect or superior in my character or personality. Actually, the more I know, the less I know. I am seeing more practically the astounding capability and the depravity of my character and personality. I know that I’m so far from the perfection point in the long lane of character and personality development. I am just so thankful that I have so many opportunities to develop especially during hardships, stressful situations, temptations, conflicts and other anvils I was mounted for molding. My take is James 1:2-4, “ Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything”.

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RELATIONSHIP. Well, this is the most difficult but enjoyable part after all for me this year. Since, I started to faithfully follow my own convictions in many things especially in my relationships, there have been people who have mocked me, criticize me, put me down, indifferent to me and left me behind. I have wept and trembled… and I appreciated the people who have stayed and believed in me… friends who helped me believe more in myself and family who support and bear patience with me. Indeed, adversity shows who your real friends are for there are many kinds of friends: fair-weather friends those who stay only in good times-not my favorite, long-distance friends who are far but remains close making effort to keep connected, on-call friends are those who are one-call away and they are there in- a-sec whether for party or emergency and yes blessed are we if we find this friend described in Proverbs 18:24, ” a friend that sticks closer than a brother”.

FAITH/WORSHIP. My prayer this year is similarly close to what Augustine’s famous prayer, “Grant, Lord that I may know myself that I may know thee”. I just want to thank God for the faith inside me that He is building up this year which is enormous yet small almost like a mustard seed. Yes I did flinched, struggled, surrendered, doubted, obeyed and God knows what else I don’t even understand in my responses to His presence and reality in my life. In one moment on the day before Christmas day, I was reading prophet  Isaiah’s writings in Chapter 8:10-13  and got struck saying “when all is said and done, the last word is Immanuel meaning God-With-Us… no fear, no worries…if you do then only to worry about The Holy and fear of the Lord God”.

Each day of the year is precious and depends if you believe it like me… it is a miracle and a mystery… an adventure only a Supernatural God can invite us into. I mean nobody knows what you gonna eat, what you gonna wear, where you are walking and who you are with in the seventh hour of the seventh day of the seventh month of the year let’s say 2027?

Time is precious and so are you my friend. Shalom to our year 2016 and all the best answers to our prayers for 2017!

Man with Tearfalls: A Tribute to Grandpa

I don’t know who my grandfather was; I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be. -Abraham Lincoln

img_8155edStared at his picture taken when he was younger, on his wedding day, with my grandma. And I asked myself, what could’ve been on my grandpa’s mind in the moment when the picture was taken. Have you noticed  what I notice in photos taken sometime during 1940s, men usually don’t smile when their pictures are taken or at least they smile conservatively. So I was wondering, “Was he truly happy on this wedding day?” and I answered myself, “Must be of course. But what I am more sure of today is that my grandpa was serious and true with his commitment, his devotion and his vows to his wife, my grandma.” Photo ops of weddings today have couples grinning ear to ear with celebrity-like smiles but how many of these marriages lasts longer than their photos? “Time will tell…” as grandpa quotes.

Two years ago, also in the month of November, I wrote a tribute about my grandma (find her story here: Roses have thorns: A tribute to grandma) who passed away. Now same month, two years later, I’m writing a tribute about grandpa. I wish I had the inspiration to write this tribute stories when they were still alive but I hadn’t, why now? Maybe writing this now helps me cope in my mourning. Even if I’ve written this before, it won’t matter much anyway because my grandparents can barely read or even know how to read. Moreover, grandma was losing her hearing and my grandpa was losing his eyesight and memory too. My grandpa passed away at a good old age of 96. I praised God for his life and the time I have grown with him.

My grandpa (mother’s side) or  we call him Tatay Edong from his real name Alfredo was the last among my grandparents who died. I had the privilege of wonderful times growing up as a kid under his wings. My own father died early when I was still five years old. I have not known much of a father-figure in my life as close as to Tatay. He was the typical father with strong leadership quality and responsibility over his family. As a farmer, shepherd, merchant and the village well-known cook, he raised his six children of which 5 are girls and one son as the youngest. My mom was his second daughter. And I was his first granddaughter.

As told by my mother and some stories my grandpa shared with me, he originally came from a rather faraway island and migrated to the south of the country. He and his mother survived the World War 2 with the Japanese. His father was unknown (that’s another story). With the pressing poverty and depression brought by the ruins of the war, grandpa, his mother, his stepfather and stepsiblings stepped on the ship that brought them to the “promise land” down south with a hope to find greener pastures. The land was indeed green as a literal jungle and very primitive. My grandpa has known leadership from taking on and resuming responsibility for his stepfather who became an irresponsible father and then died leaving young children. My grandpa toiled in the land with sweat and blood with his mother and for his step siblings. Time came when he became so much capable to build his own family, he married my grandma (check out more on their lovestory in my post about grandma: Roses have thorns: A tribute to grandma  won’t retell it here). He was known to his children as a hardworker, wise and responsible but very strict father. How would he know of parenting when he did not even know his father? By the grace of God, I believe he fathered in the way that he would want his children to have the father he did not have. It is interesting to know that my grandpa’s name is Alfredo meaning “wise or counselor” and he was, true to his name. My mother said, my grandpa became wise because he was a humble man who loves to know the way of wisdom. He does not have a father of his own but he takes time to sit among the wise old people of the village and listen to their proverbs. He, even as a young man does not enjoy sitting and tolerating the nonsense of his fellow young people. One could find him sitting among the elders and learning as much practical wisdom in life.My grandpa was a simple man but his experiences in life were very deep that is why his wisdom is precious. He has been so-called in town as the “Man with Tearfalls”. He was known in town as friendly, outgoing and helpful but he was also strict in a good way man. Most village people know that when he shares his life-story and trials in life to whoever among the village people, his tears fall like a stream… he was also a sentimental man. Up to this day some people name-call/refer to me (and us his grandkids) as “the grandchild of The Man with Tearfalls”.

My grandpa perhaps have not read and known how to read a bible, he did not even completed his grade 2 because of poverty and the war. Now, I had the privilege of being able to read and even write. I owe this so much to him… (my tears falling now…. oh yes I am the granddaughter of ‘The Man with Tearfalls’ see my previous post about this WhenTearsFall ). And whenever I read the bible, I can find some of the sayings he passed on to his own children and even to me as his granddaughter. I can remember his care when I was still 16 years old and leaving my family’s house to study college faraway, he talked to me one on one, and gave me points to remember.

Some people in his town wished there was a record of all his wise but actually a matter-of-fact simple sayings. I try to recapture here some but I think most of these you will find in the bible. Here are few of the many sayings which he has tried to instill to us:
1. Do not sit among the youth talking about nonsense but sit among the old wise people whom you can learn ways to handle life.
2. Do not ‘do things’ at night in the dark, those who do will surely stumble and find harm.
3. Be always ready and sure to have your own stock of rice, salt and matches in your household. Do not be a burden to other people of your basics. Take care of your own basics. Look at the ants who take care of their own stocks and burden.
4. A good tree bears good fruit and bad tree bears bad fruit. A mango tree will not bear a guava fruit. Be careful about the people whom give your trust and confidence.
5. How you think is how you move. Quick mind=quick actions. No idleness & sluggardness.
6. Plan tonight what you want to do tomorrow. Do not plan early tomorrow.
7. God knows. God knows how to give justice, to provide and to order. Do not overrule what God knows best. Let God be God. Do your part and remember you are not God!
8. Stay close-knitted as a family. If your own family is scattered and do not care and respect each other, why would other people care and respect you?

Well, these are few of Tatay’s wisdom. I hope to list all his nuggets of wisdom to share. But I think his life itself tells it. And Tatay captured in his life one of my favorite verses which I consider actually as my life verse found in Proverbs 3: 3-4 “Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man”.

When we had the memorial service in the church upto the cemetery where grandpa was buried, there were so many people who were present and paid respect perhaps people not known anymore to grandpa’s children or to us his grandkids, but people of the town and from afar who know my grandpa because he touched their lives in a way through the 96 years. I don’t like comparisons but just to point out how much favor and good name a man can have like grandpa- there were many people who filled up the church during his memorial service more than in a normal Sunday mass service and more people walked sympathetically to the cemetery than a parade for a high official of town. My grandpa was honorable though he earned no title nor degree, he was not the town’s minister nor a mayor…he was a just a humble husband with one wife, a father to 6 kids, a grandfather to 12 grandchildren and great grandfather to 5 great grandchildren and to some people in town, he was just the “Man with Tearfalls” and those said it all.

Dear grandpa, how I did desire that you would have been able to see in life your great-grandchildren from me as you always have asked me about it… well as you say it, ‘time will tell’… For now, it is just me and my tearfalls yet I smile confident of the wisdom and ability to write you left me with, strength in the sentimentality of allowing tears to fall as I suppose your great-grandchildren would also be called… the great grandchild of the Man with Tearfalls.  😉 In loving memory of you Tatay. In the everlasting arms of Christ finally your soul rests in peace.

Natural Happiness

Happiness is having a natural beauty. -Anonymous

I am always fascinated by something natural. No, I’m not the “go green organic elitist” type nor the “boring naive naturalist”. As I’ve said I like the natural-the simple and pure. Also synonymous to words such as authentic, original and genuine. Because it is true, I could feel happiness in the natural- natural people, food, style, thoughts, feelings, design and flow of things. I need not fake or complicate happiness; I find happiness in the natural. And so as you may notice these underlying themes of the nature, natural and Supernatural here in my blog.

One of my favorite hang-out places in the city where I live now are these cafe in a chain of hotels and inns with permaculture standards. Is this word permaculture new to you? Permaculture is a system of agricultural and social design principles centered on simulating or directly utilizing the patterns, designs and creative features observed in natural ecosystems. I like Permaculture because it has principles that adheres to the natural standards with consideration of not destroying the original design and resources that the Creator God created and put in place in our world. It gives honor and respect to the nature, environment, culture and arts of people. Kindly just google more about Permaculture yourself because I am not lecturing about its extensive definition in this post but I intend to inspire and advocate for Permaculture as one of the natural interests and advocacies that I have.

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Not many know but I have this secret Permaculture nook (I’m not suppose to tell the name because I don’t want to endorse labels but principles) in the city where I just hang-out when I feel like taking a break from the city hustle and bustle and just go to a garden and have a fresh fruit shake or freshly brewed coffee in a garden where there are no smokers, where I use spoon and not straw for my shake, where table napkins are cloth and not papers (see photo below), and where if I have leftovers, these are being fed to the organisms in the natural garden nearby where turtles are free to roam under my table (see photo above) and swim back to the marsh area of the garden- all because the cafe subscribes to zero-carbon waste management. Moreover, the cafe help local farmers and businesses by buying and serving local food products-it’s motto is “Buy Local, eat Local”.

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This cafe does not have AC and have a design where natural air can flow indoor freely and natural daylight can come in cutting power cost and carbon emission. Since permaculture principle also respect nature and promotes up-cycling, furniture like these bookshelves inside the cafe has the vibe (see photo below).

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Furthermore, what I also like with the principles of permaculture is the promotion of knowledge and respect for culture and the arts of all races around the world. Thus the library and books around the cafe and the area for making music and exhibits of cultural stuff (photo below).
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Is this something that also interests you? If yes, click like or leave your comments below, I’d be glad to respond to you! I like what somebody said that if we accept the natural order of things, we would have less sorrow. Some humans have become experts in development sometimes without considering the nature nor consulting the Creator and respecting His design rendering themselves with less satisfaction and happiness. And even if some people know what is the right treatment of the nature and not ignorant of this truth, they have let themselves overcame by selfish consumption, greed or apathy leaving the reason of the the original design. Thus, this is where the mess, tragedies and calamities always come in.

Just to encourage us to learn and subscribe to wise principles and biblical standards, we could do as Romans 12:2 says, “Do not conform to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect”.

* This is a re-post of an entry months ago that I accidentally deleted and lost. Anyways here we go 🙂
*The earring jewelry like I’m wearing here is being produced and sold by my enterprise, check out and shop here >>> Carousa Creative Bead Accessories

Color Your Life with Passion

“The saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.”
― Nicholas Sparks

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“Celosia” is a Greek word which means burning. I’ve been lately to this beautiful place full of Celosia flowers. It became one of my happy places because I felt heart-right, related and happy at this place. Passionate were the colors of the Celosia flowers. I always like things that are beautiful and passionate. But I tell you, I don’t all the time see things that are beautiful and not everybody is passionate. My job exposes me most of the time in areas where there are least privileged people and where stories of poverty, injustice, disasters and tragedy abound.  I have trained myself and plead God to help me see beauty in these difficult places. Thus also why I treasure the times when I’m somewhere else and I see something beautiful and bright. It helps put balance and meaning to how things in this world contrast-wickedness and goodness.

I could relate once to stories of media people or artists who were delving into projects that most of the time shows journalistic but photos of misery or stories getting depressed and losing meaning. I know of a photographer who was into this kind of job got depressed and almost killed himself in a suicide out of burnout and hopelessness. From the passionate colors of the Celosia flowers, let me talk to you about passion, and mind you it is okay if you wonder how the stories I tell here connect together to passion, it will as you read through…

Interestingly one evening, my 20 minute time on my way home became like circus show where my eyes could see so clearly the real-time happening of moral, societal and spiritual ruins in my city. I wished I have a camera with me to have filmed it all. Nevertheless, the images got captured straight to my heart.

There at a dingy dark corner in front of a magnificent church building with closed doors and closed gates was an old beggar lowering his head drowsing infront of a cup for alms empty of any coin. I rode my first jeepney and walked on the pavements beside a closed shopping mall and a roadside where I see 9 kids around 12 years of ages, sniffing substance inside plastic bags making them high and ecstatic so they could forget perhaps the hunger pangs of a day without meals, a few more steps and I saw two kids punching each other while quarreling over an old-junked toy. I walked further passed a lamp-post where a teenage girl I suspected a minor age of 16 was standing all dressed up in skimpy dress and wearing a garish makeup, texted someone on the phone. I overheard her saying to another person that she is waiting for a blind date with an unknown man. I rode my second jeepney and I watched through the window the bright lights and loud music hovering over an avenue of night bars. Along the road in-front of a closed bakeshop were two playing toddlers dressed in dirty t-shirts too long for their short heights that they look like “Casper, the friendly ghost”. They were still awake this late of night while their parents were asleep or lying nearby them.

I’m not trying to be melancholic about these images. What I want to point out is passion. Where is our passion? Have we left our city in ruins and became desensitized of the moral decay, injustice and corruption around us. Passion is used to describe from something romantic to a description of suffering. Have you ever heard of motivational speakers always telling you, to be successful is to find your passion? That had made me think so what then if you already found your passion…?

I don’t fully agree that it is all just about finding your passion in life but it is more about being passionate yourself. We can find many things as our passion like arts, romance, sports, politics, dogs, and etcetera, name yours. Our passions can always change but the question is are we always passionate? Then, what are we passionate about? Do we suffer for these passions?

God’s word says in 1 Peter 3:14, “But even if you suffer for doing what is right, God will reward you for it. So don’t worry or be afraid of their threats.” Passion has an element of suffering in it, that willingness to go out-of-comfort zone to exercise what is right unmindful of the risks and threats that could be thrown at you. Look at the challenges of your life, at your city, at the world?  Are your passions gonna last?

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Yes, I do have journalistic photos and stories and I am also very much involved in the needy or tragic sites where I took these photos, you may read some of my related posts from archives but honestly I’m not frequent and fond of posting dark-story photos nor publishing any charitable acts. Compassionate helping and telling stories of is my work, calling and lifestyle-and for me it is not something newsworthy, heroic or spectacular. I’d rather be faithful myself as a passionate person with many passions especially that which the Lord call “doing right and His will”. If you want to know more about some of the many things I’m passionate about, checkout my advocacy, photography and enterprise (click it).

Are you passionate and so what are you passionate about my friend?
Share and leave it as a comment below.
Keep burning. Be Passionate! 🙂