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An educator and lover of learning. Child development and literacy advocate. An ardent believer that each one has a divine appointment, a wonderful purpose to fulfill in one's lifetime.

Life Goes On

Life goes on for me

A leaf, I flow with the water

On its way to the Great Sea

Unafraid, yielding to my Maker

I let the current take me

To my next destination

Where my life may once again begin anew

To go on again and again

Never to stop, never to quit

Until I’ve learned all I needed to

Until I’ve given all I could

Until I’ve completed this journey

My life shall go on.





Unwrap Life!

b84ca10c32407d159496459d83b463b4I want to embrace life as river flowing back to its Source

I so want to flow to where the river meets the Great Sea!

What beckons you to new horizons?

What calls you to pursue new dreams?

What life have you envisioned for yourself?

You have the right to choose.

The life you live is a gift.

The Giver awaits… unwrap it!


Psalm 30: 11-12
You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
Lord my God, I will praise you forever.

My heart longs to sing praises to YOU all my life, O LORD. Take all that I am, all that I do and dream of, bless them, use them so that I may magnify Your glorious name.

Sowing God’s Seeds

When I was a little girl, my favorite chore at Inay‘s (my grandmother) house during summer was watering her flower garden. To discover a new bud had appeared the following morning and to wait for it to blossom was a thrill and wonder to me. I have tried planting my own garden but haven’t really grown my own lush dream garden.
A little girl no more, I continue to wonder and be thrilled at the idea of waking up to that day when “the seeds” He has taught me to plant will be in full bloom, bearing fruits, and adding beauty to what God has already begun in my life. ❤

Now That It’s Over

“TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE.”  That was the first thing that came to my mind when we finally broke up.  Despite the throbbing pain in my heart, a sense of  liberation washed over me.  Finally, I could move on to the rest of my life, the life that I am meant to live.

I am four days away from the end of our road together.  I still feel the “morning sickness”, the kind of ache that wakes me up, even before the alarm goes off, and sends me panicking. What will I do now that he’s gone? How will I begin the day?  But no matter how fragile, vulnerable, and alone I feel, I have the certainty that I will not die nor languish as I thought I would the very first time my heart was broken.  This time around, though the lies and betrayal I have discovered seem to be as ruthless as those from my first heartbreak, I am here, as whole as I can be, not shattered into pieces, not sobbing by the dead end, not waiting for the heartbreaker and king of lies to be my savior.

The Lord gives and takes away. He knows everything and does everything at the right time.  The piercing of many tiny cruel needles in my heart is soothed by my gratitude for the One who’s kept me safe for the past three years.  Indeed, we have such a loving and wise Father.  He allows us to have our own chosen adventures and with vigilance, watches over us as we experiment with our lives.  He bears to see our struggles and blunders until we need to be snatched away from the snare of the enemy.  He has never brought us to where His grace cannot protect us. He keeps His faith in us that eventually we will learn the greatest lesson:  We cannot live right nor love truly and completely without Him. He patiently waits for us to run back to Him to ask, “What should I do next, Father?”

What will I do next now that my heart has been deceived once again?  Should I dismiss my heart as totally unreliable and unwise?  Should I scoff at the possibility of  meeting the right one?  Should I loathe the idea that there is someone out there truly capable of  committed and genuine love?  Will I retreat into a shell and vow never to give anyone a second chance again? Should I regret that I braved to love and trust again?

I refuse to quit and say no to the wonderful possibilities in my life. Everything is from the hand of my Father. He knows where I have been, where I am, and where I am going. He has trained me as a great student of  life, the one gift He wants me to have to the fullest. I will not waste my life by wallowing in regrets, by harboring anger and hatred, by  highlighting the wrongs and forgetting the good done.  My Father will instruct me and my heart will obey.


The following is from Sarah Ban Breathnach’s A Daybook of Comfort and Joy .

The heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill. (Fiona Macleod) “You could expect many things of God at night when the campfire burned before the tents,” Beryl Markham wrote about the safari life. “You were alone when you sat and talked with the others—and they were alone… What you say has no ready ear but your own, and what you think is nothing except to yourself. The world is there and you are here–and these are the only poles, the only realities. You talk, but who listens? You listen, but who talks?” A safari of the self and the Spirit is at times lonely. But we know we are never alone. It is a comfort to realize that this sense of isolation is necessary if we are to encounter Mystery, and mystery is very much a part of a safari. Each day in the wilderness brings with it the struggle to survive and a heightened awareness of how wonderful it is just to see the sun set and rise again in the morning. Each day on the safari is lived to the fullest because it is all that is guaranteed.

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I have never been to a safari, but somewhere in my soul, there is a place like the safari that Beryl Markham describes in her book. I sometimes find myself in this safari residing in my soul. I do not understand why it draws me in despite the lonely darkness that fills it.

Maybe, just as Sarah Ban Breathnach believes, “this sense of isolation is necessary”. To be in the wilderness of one’s life is to recognize one’s need to survive, to search for a path that leads to safety and freedom. To be enveloped by lonely darkness is to yearn for the Light and the Joy that can sustain one’s existence.

No matter how lonely my life seems sometimes, my soul never dies; it thrives, stretching itself to reach the summit of its being. It knows that in the heart of darkness, its Creator sits, listening to the controlled and quiet sobbing of loneliness. It bears the hours of aloneness, knowing that, only then could it hear its Loving Keeper speak to soothe its hurts and allay its fears.

When I emerge from this sanctuary in my soul, I recognize the truth about me — I am part of the Mystery that is God. I cannot stop my heart from beating, cannot put my life on hold, cannot wither and waste away. God is Life itself.

As He lovingly keeps me in the hollow of His hand, life supports me; hope comes as naturally as rivers flow onto the sea; joy bursts as spontaneously as the rays of the sun bathe the world when it rises every morning.

My “heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill,” but most days, this lonely heart leaps with joy. There, on the lonely hill, is a warm campfire, where the Great Storyteller sits to tell stories of hope, of joy, of love. My heart patiently waits for my own story to be told.

For us who need the time to be away from the noise and busyness of our lives, Sarah wrote: “Today, expect many things as you sit around the campfire of your heart. Someone is listening. Someone is talking to you, encouraging you to take that next step as you embrace the Mystery of the wilderness within. Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again. “

Fall Like Leaves

There is so much beauty in the image of falling leaves —

the peaceful surrender,

the boldness to let go,

the freedom to say goodbye.

I wish I could fall as courageously as those leaves d0

Without question,

without resistance,

without hesitation.

Do the leaves know that the warm earth will receive them?

Do they know that they will continue to add to the world’s beauty

once they fall on the ground?

I wish they don’t.

I wish they just fall

Without knowing where to

Or what’s to come next.

I wish they just let go

Because they just know

Falling off to the ground is part of

What they are,

Part of the cycle of life that they complete,

Part of the life schedule the Loving Creator has ordained.

I’d like to fall the way they do,

Onto the next phase of my life.

I’d like to let go of what has been and surrender to the unknown.

I don’t know where to and what the next life will be like.

Right now, all I know is that my heart longs so desperately

To fall,

To let go,

To be freed from being tied to a dead tree.

There is more to my life.

There is more to me.

I want to fall with the leaves,

Fall where I can add to the world’s beauty in a different way.

Like the leaves that have turned brown,

I have changed.

I cannot stay where I am.

I have to fall and let go

Of all that’s familiar, and usual, and safe.

I have to complete my own cycle of life.

So I pray to the God of the trees,

the God of life and death,

the God of rebirth,

the God of the wind,

Shake me off from this branch where I’ve been hanging on for so long.

Let me fall

Let me fall

To where Your arms will receive me.

Plant me anew.

Her Own Space

She needs a world of her own,

where there are no boundaries except

those that she draws on the sand.

Like a little girl playing by the beach,

how she loves to draw on the sand!

A smiling sun.

A heart.

A sunflower.

An ice cream cone.

A stick drawing of a family of four.

Anything she desires.

Anything she thinks matters to her.

Her own space- her own little world.