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Too often, we feel the lack of things- knowledge, possession, relationship- only to realize we already have a lot of those in the closet. We attend conferences and refresher courses seeking new ideas from new people.  We allot time and money for some news and information, neglecting the fact that what we hear have been listened to before and the people we meet are just duplicates of those we have interacted a year ago.

Everything appears fresh as dew on green grass.  But like any other discovery, the dew evaporates, leaving nothing but dry leaf on dry ground. To our dismay, what we have thought to improve us, adds nothing but investment on sand.

Moreover, we may feel the urge to be condemned for desecrating and squandering the resources which we have not recognized before. Whew!

The value of stewardship- giving high worth to the things you already have, and the importance of purpose- showing relevance to life, will say it all.

Much time could possibly be wasted and a considerable amount of money  invested for things we put high value on. Either we say we charge it to experience or debit it from our bank account, the consumption has been done.  It is like seeking a teddy bear from a new toy store where a huge Hello Kitty doll just sits by your bed waiting to be hugged everytime you arrive home. It is as  if you were worrying you should rush to a Drive -thru store to get dinner, when your cupboard and refrigerator overflows with your usual but favorite stuffs.

Stewardship then is good application, meaningful purpose and effective use of all imaginable gifts there is. It frees us of worries, offers us a contented life and simplifies our dreams.  It is what most people need in this fast-paced culture and complicated era of wear and tear.

“No star for today,” squirms the teacher as the preschooler hurdles to one side of the classroom, throwing foam blocks to one another.  It is another MOnday morning when after a weekend of homey games and backyard pitches, these tots carry hyperactivity through the school doors and all the way to circle time!

As  I, the teacher,  manage to sit on my lowly chair in front of the mat, I am starting to realize that this Monday would be unusually uneasy.  Four months have passed since I’ve known these three-year olds and sure, they know me as the teacher who gives them the blessing after the “good morning” routine.

I recuperate the times when old rhymes and finger plays would still them to the green rubber mat and there alas– a new lesson would be easily introduced! Each would come forward to  Show and Tell about an object which they brought that day and would gleefully share it with the rest of the class. We would say the sounds of letters and count aloud but today… yes, today seems to be a lot different.

My old antics flared as my kids roamed around the room- hopping and leaping and trying so hard to set my impatience ablaze.  Everyone looks happy and joyful. My initial mood is to get them on their seats and pacify their excitement.  Not until one of them hurries to my lap and kisses me on my cheek, ” We’re happy, teacher! We don’t want any star. let’s just have fun!”

I sat back relaxed on my “lowly” chair and strived hard to make a smile. ” I need to be joyful,too.  I need to be excited for the week.  I need not any star to be happy.  I need to be like these little children who do not worry about anything in life.  The world to them is a big playground and life is the game.  Everybody else around would either be a playmate or a coach. Their time is always a time fore enjoyment and fun- in whatever place they may be in. A star would just be a plus.

“Lord, let me be  like one of these  little children. Let me be trusting in you with even the simplest joys of this life you’ve freely given.” This is another happy Monday alas!

Right in the middle of the worship conference which my husband and I, together with some of our young people in the church endeavored to attend today at the Astrodome,  my heart is filled with so much expectations.Yeah!  I  absolutely feel so much need  or some times of refreshings and zooming to the heart of that city was a great decision I struggled the night before.  I am physically frayed yet my spirit longs for something I sure am missing.  It is certainly forming a big part of me.

Amidst the ” jumpy songs” and tremendous band display, a set of musicians came in.  The worship leader was introduced unlike the first ones who led the singing.  He is definitely so special.  Once for all because he only has a leg and his frail body supported by two steel crutches.  His barong tagalog seems to hang into his slim body while his smile gorgeously appears so true before the crowd.  This guy is lame but his spirit is so whole.

I suddenly felt ashamed  as he led us with the choir.  My heart beats so fast for God.  Much so when I’ve observed that most of his back up singers and musicians are blind and just like him have physical impairments and disabilities.  And he said it!  “Do you ever wonder how a lead worshipper  leads his choir without being able to use hand gestures to signal the chorus or a verse of a song?  How can we ever repeat a line or end the song without direct communication? The Braille method is even unrecognizable.  THIS IS THE FREQUENCY OF HEAVEN! Our frailties have been turned into strengths by the Lord who has called us to minister to Him and to His people.  ”

Streaks of tears flowed from my eyes as I felt great humiliation.  God can indeed make any infirmity whole.  He can make my loneliness disappear by just being satisfied for being whole.  From then, I could serve Him with all my heart knowing and believing He could adjust the scale of my heart.

I praise Him I could feel heaven’s tempo inside of me.

“I want some ice cream, Mom.”  My only son Jile requests with an anxious grin.  It has been days (or even months!) since our last “ice cream trip”.  My throat sores while his slight cough slowly gets out of the way to our luscious treat of Selecta Cornetto Java at the Select Store where my friend Elle parks her Fofi (short for Ford Fiesta) white car that Thursday afternoon.

I suddenly gave an obnoxious cough to tell my 4-year old that what he wants is impossible.  He reluctantly moved backward the red fridge filled with all sorts of cold and tempting, indulgent frostings.  I see in him  the But as my friend opened the storage, I made up my mind, I’m going to say “yes!” to Jile’s longing for ice cream.  And even while we’re choosing the winning cone flavor, I knew in my mind, I’m making him smile. As I open his, love sparks from his round eyes…as vanilla wraps his sweet mouth.  That moment, all I need to say to myself is that I love to fulfill his simplest wishes.  I went all the way to the lady at the counter and requests for a handful of tissue paper- to wipe the white cream that he licks gleefully in front of  the convenient high chair at that convenient store.  I felt so happy!

Do you know how much God loves us?  He likes to give in to our simple cravings for vanilla ice cream and finds His way to give us the best flavor available in the fridge.  He seeks where a love would sparkle from our eyes so to say we need Him as a loving father.  He loves us more that even if we have slight coughs and colds, He grants us the longings and wishes of our hearts.  Even if there are impossibilities, He paves the way just so to keep us attached to His loving arms. His is a love in an ice cream story.

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