Powerful Things

Powerful.  Touching.  Heart-rending.  Tear-jerking.  Stirring.  Powerful things.

Things that are not seen.  Things that are out of sight.  Out of the public eye.  But when manifested, the results are just so powerful.

So touching they bring tears.  They make the strong weak.  The weak strong.  They open one's eyes to possibilities never been disclosed before.  They open up the heavens.  Raining down miracles to the believer.  To those with open arms.

Preparation.

That's what it takes for someone to go up on stage, sing their heart out, belt the song, and touch their audience to the very core of their beings.

That was exactly what a favorite singer of mine did to me today.

Tears welled up in my heart and overflowed into my eyes as she beautifully sang her heart out.  It was a quiet, serene atmosphere and the crowd was a lovely passionate group of fans.  She took her time giving out a totally raw but very refined performance with her acoustic guitar.  An acoustic guitar player of her band stood three meters to her right, skillfully playing along with her.

It was heavenly.

It's true that a song can take you everywhere in time.  Back to the past digging up old memories.  Fast forward to the future where imaginations run wild and could even stop the hands of time.

This, however, was different.

This particular singer pushes me onward.  She inspires and motivates me towards every good work.  She makes me know that good things come to those who work.  Good luck really does go after hard work.

When in the silence and no one is in sight, time given to preparation and practice boosts energy.  Good things accumulate.  Powerful stuff grow wings.  Powerful wings so strong they break through every obstacle in the way.

When in the silence and no one is looking, construction and training puts everything in order.  Dreams take form and gradually make their way into the dreamer's waking reality.

Anything truly is possible when one puts his/her mind, heart and soul into his/her passion.

I gazed with my heart open, breathing in and absorbing every word, sight and emotion as she delivers an awesome masterpiece of bare emotive soulful sounds.  Her eyes were closed as she feels every single word, diffuses those feelings into the yearning listener's heart and effortlessly driving the song home.

Preparation and passion, with all honesty, devotion and persistence, without a doubt, sure does bring forth powerful things.

Unquestionable.  Powerful.  Things.

Love, Ny.

Did I say I loved the noise in the house?

Did I just say I loved the noise in the house?

Well my neighbors weren't in the same page with me.  We got scolded today.  Told off and told to keep the noise level down so people can sleep.

Happy people right?  Nah, just happy islanders.  The usual cheers of laughter cracking up our lungs.

We do really need to be located in some isolated island where no one will hear us.  Where we can burst our bronchitis or whatever those things are in our lungs.  Every hour in the house is noise-related.

But hey, we have good music too.  Good music cannot be called noise.  Ok maybe,  if everyone else in the house is humming along sounding like fierce roars of a group of wild lions attacking their prey.

Oh well.  Islanders.  More like crazy islanders.

What's new? It's the same everywhere and anywhere you find islanders grouping together.

Hand in hand we move quietly.  Moving in slow motion and silent rhythms.  Slow beats at very low volumes.

NOT.

We love you neighbors.  And we love ourselves too.

Love, Ny.

Family Loves

I woke up feeling so grateful today.

I'm grateful for family.  For sisters.  For friends.

I love the loud laughter all around the house.  The jokes.  Sometimes they're too funny one laughs until they can't laugh anymore.  The whole house just shakes with very loud noise.

You never know how situations will turn around.  One will be sharing her heart out, and someone just puts humor into it, totally turning it around and making everyone just  crack up again.

I love the happy times.  At times they're too good you just wanna cuddle each other.  Give each one a hard, tight squeeze and trying your best not to break each other's bones.

Thank God for the love.  Thank God for the food.  For the plans.  Thank God for blessings uncountable.  Thank God for good music.  Thank God for good company.  So special.  So unique.  So lively.  So heartfelt.  So uplifting and enriching the soul.  Aimless times lead to new ideas of more togetherness.  Everything just leads to more and more good times.  The Adventure never ends.

I'm grateful.  Very grateful.  God is good.  All the time.

Our summer vacation will be a fun and safe vacation of just family loves all around.

God is Emmanuel.

Love, Ny.

The Power of Vision (The Word for Today)

Today's reading from The Word for Today gives me so much motivation.

Having a vision for your life gives you four things:

(1) Passion

     - It makes you wake up in the morning and bound out of bed because there's something out there you love to do; something you believe in and are good at; something bigger than you; something you can hardly wait to get at.

(2) Motivation

     - Author Richard B. Edler said:  'Safe living generally makes for regrets later on.  We are all given talents and dreams.  Sometimes the two don't march.  But more often than not we compromise both before ever finding out.  Later on, we find ourselves looking back longingly to that time when we should've chased our true dreams and talents for all they're worth.   Don't be pressured into thinking your dreams or talents aren't prudent.  They were never meant to be...They were meant to bring joy and fulfilment to your life.'

(3) Direction

     - Vision simplifies decision-making.  Anything that moves you closer to your vision gets a green light; everything else should be approached with caution.  Vision brings what's important to the surface, and weeds out anything that stands in your way.  Without vision, good things will keep you from achieving great things.  People without a clear vision are easily distracted.  They've a tendency to drift aimlessly from one thing to another.  They've no spiritual, relational, financial or moral compass.  Consequently, they make decisions that rob them of their dreams.

(4) Purpose

     - Having vision is like getting a sneak preview of things to come.  It says, 'If you don't show up, something important won't happen.  Your life matters.  Without you, what could be - won't be.

Love this so much, Ny.

My Quiet.

The Quiet.

Where all thoughts find their wings.  Where dreams are birthed.  Where all worries fade.  Where love is renewed.  Where passion grows.  Where ideas have their roots.  Where the quiet is found.

My Quiet.

I love waking up in the mornings at 4am to read my Bible and pray.  I love the way my heart is open and vulnerable and soft and I pray my strength upward to the Highest of all powers.  I love the passion that is felt in these silent moments.  My desires become so tangible I can actually feel them.  My plans grow form.  They pick and prick at me.  My visions.  They become my companions.  My constant guides.  My ever-faithful encouragers.

I find solid rock.  I find security.  I find steadiness.  I am empowered.  Strengthened.  I am my own person.

God is with me.  I am loved.  I am valued.  I am fed.  I am sheltered.  The foundation for my days are secured.

I love the 5 ams readings.  I love doing research when everything is fresh.  When my side of the earth is preparing all its inhabitants for the new day.  I love being up early.  I love completing tasks before the world around me starts to buzz.

I love gazing into nothingness.  The nothingness that has so much in store for me.  I love the invisible around me that holds so much energy from the universe.  I love believing that the universe is behind me.  Behind my every move.  That what I want it will move to get it for me.  That it will make it possible.  I have the time, the energy and capacity in me to believe in so much.

The quiet is God's quiet with mine.

In the quiet.  Anything is possible.

I love my quiet.

Love, Ny.

Ask Me

Ask me.  Please do.  Just ask me.  Ask me about anything.

Ask me what I want to do.  Ask me where I want to go.  Ask me about my desires.  My goals for now and for the future.  Ask me about the things that really give me joy.  Ask me about my fears.  The things that shake me to the core.

I don't mind if you tear me open and ask me why.  Why I am where I am.  Why I did what I did.  Why my own personal best insanely drives me every single day.  Why I'm too passionate about my passions.

Ask me why I don't care about things I used to care about.  Ask me why I've changed so much.  Ask me why I came out of my cave.  Why I'm not that silent anymore.  Why I roar like a lion when I should be a graceful lady.

Ask me why I live out my days in the quiet.  Ask me why I love my lab so much.  Ask me why I'm not already married at this age.  Ask me why my choices in life are what they are.

Don't hold back.  Please just ask me.  Ask me about anything.

ASK. ME.

Love, Ny.

Perfectionist?

I used to be one. 

I believed i have improved alot in that area.  But my behavior is saying otherwise.

I get bogged down when things don't go as planned.  I worry when I know I'm running out of money. 

I get moody when I don't get to be by myself for at least 5-7 hrs a day.  When my me-time is ruined.  When my quality time is being cut short.  When people are just purely inconsiderate and I prefer to do my work rather than have company.  When I have pressing work matters and yet have to take time out of the lab.  When peeps just don't understand and I think they should.

I wanna be be able to choose the time when I want company or not.

I don't like dirty surroundings.  I specifically don't like it when others make MY surroundings dirty and don't take responsibility for it.

I don't like it that I can't say stuff when I want to.  When I think things are out of my control and I can't say anything about it.

I just don't like it when I am just generally not happy with stuff.

Perfectionist?

I'm still deciding on that.

Maybe in another post.

So on to the next one now.

Love, Ny.