Suppose. . .

This poem is for you. . .

Suppose one morning you never wake up,

Do all your friends know you love them?

Are there any wounds needing to be healed?

Friendships that need rekindling or three

Words needing to be said.

Sometimes 'I love you' can heal and bless.

Let every one of your friends know you love them

Even if you think they don't love you back

You would be amazed at what those three

Little words and a smile could do

Just in case tomorrow is too late....

A friend tagged me to that poem. I read it and then read it again. It brought me to a point thinking whether I have left friends or even family members for that matter hurted with my words or action. Someone very close to me, commented, "La, kadang-kadang ko main lantak saja cakap. Ko tidak suka akun kalah walaupun ko tau ko salah." Ooohhh I tell you, it was a slap on the face. Sometimes the ego in us hate to admit that what we have said or have done may have betrayed and wounded a beautiful friendship or a relationship.

Hmm, so to you Eyes - friends and family reading this post -, just in case tomorrow is too late, from the very bottom of my heart I am sharing the poem with you today.

Have a wonderful week ahead...:)

There's Always a Place. . .

It's another Friday night...and I just came back from an 'all-of-a-sudden-call' for practice. While waiting for the group's turn to practice, a few of us were sharing about a friend who was once so active in youth activities but had eventually left her faith after high school. It's been years now and out of the blue we heard word that she was 'inquiring'. As I was listening to the Heritage Singers, this song stuck out this evening. Ya, we've come face to face with crossroads in life and probably it (they) had led us away from the faith we once had, yet I think that God still holds us dear in His heart no matter what we've been through or what we've done. He is there waiting. . .waiting for us to take our place at the table.

Happy Sabbath everyone and may you be blessed by His presence in your life...

He's gotten used to living, on the outside looking in, Lonely was his constant friend. So when the invitation came that clearly bore his name, He hardly could believe the words he read.

There is always a place at the table, there's a feast that's now waiting all your own, Your place is set each time the family gathers, it would never be the same til you're home. (Come home, come home, my child come home...)

She's made so many choices, that had torn her life apart, And hurt the very ones she loved the most, She did not even know where someone could begin, until she got this message from the host.

Cry on my shoulder. . .

I got this from a friend. . .Just to keep music in your ears, get your feet tappin' and body swayin'...Enjoy!!