Saturday, February 11

'Til Death Do us Part

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, "I’ve got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
"why..?"

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "you are not a man!" 


That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, "she has to face the divorce", she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us as he says, "wow! it's really awesome to see my daddy is holding mommy in his arms". His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; "don’t tell our son about the divorce". I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

Fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of  her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, "Dad, it’s time to carry mom out". To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, "I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, "Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore".

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. "Do you have a fever?" She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Jane" I said, "I won’t divorce". "My marriage life was boring probably because my wife and I didn’t value the details of our lives, & not because we didn’t love each other anymore". Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. 




The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, 
"I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart".

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs,
only to find my wife in the bed is...-dead.


My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.

Do have a real happy marriage!
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What Really Matters Most


One day, a rich dad took his son on a trip. Wanted to show him how poor someone can be. They spent time on the farm of a poor family. On the way home, dad asked, "Did you see how poor they are? What did you learn?".

Son said,
"We have one dog, they have four, we have pool, they have rivers, we have lanterns at night, they have stars, we buy foods, they grow theirs, we have walls to protect us, they have friends, we have encyclopedias, they have Bible." 

Then they headed, boy take a sigh & said: "Thanks dad for showing me how poor we are."

That time dad realized something: 
It's not about money that make us rich, 
it's about simplicity of having God in our lives.

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Monday, February 6

FUN ADS ON THE BLOCk!

i've heard these 2-childhood buddies asked the Management of their companies if they can offer services to --Funerals. idea said was came to their slogan "Bida ang Saya" for Jollibee to entertain kids from sadness & boredom (from their lost as oldies mourning by) while Ronald McDonald will stand beside the coffin of the deceased person & holding a signboard on his hands with the slogan written: "Love ko to!


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Well serving Burgers rather than Bisquits during funerals is great! Do you think this "JolliBeerwould do the same thing? Well not with a Service Crew on Funeral Stalls with these greetings: "Hi ma'am / sir Do u want Traditional or Cremation? :)

or simply Service Crew on Funeral Stalls will say to customers coming in: " Hi ma'am / sir Papaimbalsamo po kayo?" hahaha :) i dont think U will like that!



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Saturday, February 4

The Master's Sandals

by Marsha Brickhouse Smith, CBN

-- The day had been ever so long. It was one of those days that you wish had not happened. Nothing had gone right. When I came home and closed the door I wanted to shut out all the worries and troubles the day had brought.

Later that night as I tried to go to sleep, I remember thinking, "Oh, Lord, I know you were with me today, but it was a horrible day! What am I doing wrong?"

Finally sleep came and with it a dream I shall never forget. I dreamed I was standing before an aquamarine sea, surrounded by the most beautiful, high mountains I had ever seen. And standing before me was Jesus! There was such calm being in His presence; such love. He looked down at my feet as the waves began to wash over them and slowly shook his head.

"Where are your shoes, My Child?"
Never had I heard a voice that sounded like that. The very essence of the voice was Love!

"I didn't think I needed them, Lord."
I too looked down at my bare feet.

"My Child, you need the sandals, and I have a pair for you." He slowly placed them on my feet. As He did, I felt a renewed strength. No longer did I feel tired. No longer did I feel discouraged or sad.

After He finished putting the shoes on, He helped me to my feet with His arms of love and then spoke once more, "These shoes will protect you no matter where you go. They will keep you from harm. When the fires of life assail you, you will not be burned. When there are stones in the pathway, you will not be hurt, for these shoes are very special."

"But, Lord they look old, and well worn. Are you sure about these shoes?"

He smiled -a smile I will never forget.
"Oh, yes, my child, for they were my sandals.
And when my children wear them it is a perfect fit."

As I watched Him walk down the shoreline as the sunset shone across the waters in a golden splendor, I knew. I had been trying to walk through all of life without the shoes. No wonder I was so tired, so discouraged, so defeated.

But no longer, for the Master had given me His sandals.
Now I was prepared to walk with victory!

The message is for YOU too. Wherever you are right now, whatever you are going through, not only is He with you, but you are wearing His sandals and they are a perfect fit. Those sandals are the Gospel -- the Good News of God's love, His forgiveness, and His saving grace that makes all the difference in our daily lives.

"How lovely on the mountains are the feet of Him who brings good news, Who announces peace and brings good news of happiness, Who announces salvation, and says to Zion,
YOUR GOD REIGNS!" (Isaiah 52:7).

So whenever you start to doubt, look down at your feet and remember the sandals, for they have been touched by the Master and given to you. It is a perfect fit!


Remember His Words and then look up. For just as He walked down the beach in my dream towards the mountains,

He has prepared the way for us to follow. We walk knowing He walks with us each step of the way.

He hears our every prayer,
and loves us through it all. 

http://www.cbnasia.org/v2/devotional/the-masters-sandals


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