REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE

 

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This morning I saw this print out of a piece written by Chris Assaad in July of 2013 laid on top of my books beside the laptop. Apparently my daughter put it there very well knowing that such things I don't want to lose though at times I would forget. Crumpled at the edge but intact had this title -- Remember Who You Are. It's a long piece, so I'll just take you down to the last paragraph which is its essence anyway. Here it is.........

"All is well, my beloved. You are accounted for, and you are being provided for in abundant measure. Breathe deeply and slowly. Return to this moment, and you will see that all that your heart desires is here for you and lives within you. You are one with the Divine, and your prayers are always being heard. Listen and you will hear that they are always being answered beyond your wildest imaginings. Listen and you will hear that you are being guided at every step. Trust in the perfect timing of your life's unfolding. Remember that yesterday and tomorrow are not real. Only this moment is real. In this moment, life is perfect. You are perfect.

Remember who you are"

                                                                                     - Unquote

That says it all, doesn't it? Those who may doubt or perhaps wonder on the meaning of life and everything happening to us, this is your answer. I believe that when we forget who we are in the bigger scheme of things... in the bigger tapestry of the Divine... life becomes quite a huge mess. We get caught in its maelstrom (chaos) and much of it we have only ourselves to blame.

I always go back to that piece every time I feel the rug seemingly pulled from under my feet or when burdens overwhelmingly hover above my head.

Then I am restored... to who I am.... and most importantly to WHO my GOD is!

I am. And so are you. By God's design.

(Thanks to the internet for the lovely pictures.)

MY NEIGHBORHOOD LIFE PEOPLE AND ME

My neighborhood is an average one and small. This is a subdivision settled at the foot by the side of a mountain range in my city that nestles atop it - Antipolo. Here, where I have made my home, one sees about dozens of modest houses sitting side by side and housing families within carrying on with the regular routines of each day. A paved road ragged in some areas winds round the neighborhood up hill and down and leads out to the main gate passing the guardhouse where a sentry stands watch day and night. And mingled with the houses are trees lush and green dotting the place everywhere you look. Adding to the green landscape are mini gardens fronting almost every home lining almost every street. If not a garden, in lieu would be potted plants neatly set in a row. Nice and green.

I love this place. And I wish that life and people were so much the same – serene, calm, and peaceful. But it isn’t. Life as we know it is an interesting tapestry of ecstatic moments, surprises, near mishaps, misfortunes, fragmented dreams, and challenges. And people --- are just as diverse as that fascinating mix we call life.

So I like studying people. There is so much I can learn from watching them. They teach me things and stuff I would have not given any thought to at all; they inspire me to be better than I could ever be; they show me how to understand my own weaknesses and strengths by looking at theirs; they tell me what hope is by their show of courage and faith through trials; they increase my knowledge and wisdom by their own display of wit and intelligence; they remind me to laugh by their humor and delight over mundane things; and too understand my own foolishness by watching them stumble with theirs. When I see them in their human form, the complete package of mind, body and soul God so designed --- I see me, myself, and mine. And I begin to understand that we are each at best both teachers and students to one another.