Life with Frews

I've pretty much had my fair share of experience as well as an international challenge.

The heart is in a continuous state of longing

For that special something

You perceive it in the movies, the streets, the malls

You spot it at the school, in the gardens, at the beach

You sense it when you laugh, cry and fight

You catch it when it plummets, soars and leaps

You clutch it in the morning, noon and eventide

You hear it in the sirens, speeches and shrieks

Every good and bad thing which we hold cherished in us

Sooner or later fades away and we envision making it right or regretting about it

We have this animal attitude so many call animal instincts

That we don’t comprehend we have and maybe some do realize

Sometimes we see so near when the preeminent is yet to come

Or maybe sometimes it is here we are just so blind to acknowledge it

It’s the anticipation and drive which causes us to wake up every morning

And retire to bed at night

To sob when we clash and smile when we laugh

We are the light that flickers in the grey clouds and the beam of light

That glows on a lackluster day

The abilities we have are endless and just keep on rolling

Everything we overlook and least take for granted

At the conclusion of the day it really doesn’t matter if we fake it or take it

All that matters is that we are still dreaming, anticipating, endeavoring

For the superlative that one can find in a million years

Sometimes we distinguish it in a diverse colour that defines our life and aficionado

We subsist for that everyday and maintain on undertaking that vast accomplishment

It’s that something so remarkable that one day when we are grey and sweet-sixty

We’d glimpse back and find it so amusing that we’d actually laugh and cry at the same time

I call it the secret that takes you to the stars

One cannot define or spell out its mysteries

We are thus far taken by astonishment each day concerning the power it has

To moreover create a destiny or to short-live it

I can evidently inform you today that

For as long as the human heart exists

It is an inscrutability that none can ascertain of

A wonder to designate it

And a yearning to pursuit forever

For peace, love and all the great things in life everyday

Its expectations and intentions are limitless

For who can tame the heart

It is wild as the mustang that forever roams the mountains

And as the wild beasts of the jungle

You and I have it contained by us and it’s a wonderful thing to possess and move with it

It is of a greater significance and no word that can be put down on paper can define it

For even the bible found grace to identify it

“The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? ”

Pursue your heart and don’t question it

And go wherever it tells you to goIt unlocks a world of fresh experiences one can ever imagineLife is not the number of breaths you take

But the moments that take your breath away

That is why we have to laugh louder, cry harder and sing pronto

For every new day is an opportunity and reason to make an innovative start

Or to halt something exquisite !!

Moments

Il y a un temps et un endroit pour chaque but sous les cieux Il surgit dans nous et autour de nous partout où nous sommes au milieu de la fidélité Et une fois que vous trouvez ce moment infini Vous comprenez que vous ne pouvez pas vivre sans eux Vous aviez essayé d'éviter le sentiment pour plutôt un peu maintenant Mais plus tard vous ne pouvez pas le cacher plus longtemps parce qu'il vous a écrit partout Les moments instantanés où ils ont convergé avec votre main et ont caressé votre joue Quand ils ont frotté vos cheveux et ont chuchoté leur souffle dans vos oreilles Pourquoi ne pourriez-vous pas juste obtenir au-dessus du sentiment d'être coincé avec eux ? Ah ! Peut-être vous avez oublié. Ils doivent également sentir la même manière trop…. Naturellement c'est un sentiment exquis à pouvoir savoir que quelqu'un pense à vous et vice versa Peut-être la manière nous frottons leur barbe et échauffons leur nez Ils ne peuvent pas également exister sans fait que nous vénérons leur présence en nos vies Le tintement impulsif dans votre ventre et la nécessité d'être avec eux toute l'heure La sensation qui estropie votre corps et raidit votre moelle épinière Le sang palpitant de notre coeur à nos nerfs Les regards de investigation ils nous donnent sans mot Oh et la manière ils nous embrassent quand nous nous déplaçons la nuit Ils ont leur manière de rendre nous le sentir si complet L'élan sans demain Pour geler samedi et dimanche ainsi lundi n'arrive pas Est la raison pour laquelle nous réveillons le sentiment journalier comme nous pouvons conquérir le monde Avec un faisceau sur notre visage un jour pénible Quand les cieux descendent et touchent vos pieds et la terre adorent votre splendeur Se réveille plutôt dans nos désirs que nous succombons au sentiment Comment nous nous démêlons les mystères que seulement un peut être susceptible de réponse envers Encore nous éclatons dans les milliers d'émotions aux lesquelles nous rapportons regrettablement Les larmes sèches qui nettoient les yeux d'un étranger Noyé par sa mystique et charisme Dessiné par magnétisme à cette une personne nous pourrions nous réveiller avec pour le reste de nos moments des vies du bonheur éternel ou de l'extase de courte durée capturée à nos coeurs Qui peut ignorer la puissance il a Les guichets de fortune peuvent indiquer ce que l'amour tient dans le magasin pour nous mais je crois que nous portons l'amour en notre être nous sommes la mémoire d'une vie oubliée qui doit être racontée de nouveau à plusieurs reprises Dans nos coeurs et esprits nous sommes une annonce de ce que notre destin tient Nous sommes ici pour créer l'histoire et de cette manière relive les moments que nous avons par le passé senti et avons tenu cela a par le passé pris notre souffle parti Entrecroisez nos coeurs et nous dirons le conte qui a découpé les disques de Guinness Vous et moi pourriez ne jamais manquer, parce que nous sommes le conte qui se prévoit Au-dessus de et encore nous remodelons notre destin Ce sont les moments ces nous par le passé avaient interprété dans nos propres intellectuels Comme étoiles filantes à travers le calme des cieux nordiques Chuchotant ce que je t'avais dit il y a bien longtemps Comme dit le proverbe : La vie n'est pas le nombre de souffles que vous prenez Mais les moments qui enlèvent votre souffle

Tragedy turned blessing

February 09 2009 at 10pm a dear friend and sister Rosemary Korawali lost her healthy father to acute heart attack. Therefore I would like to take this time to pay tribute to her late father Dr. Kora Korawali and the rest of the family.
She was a woman I came to know as God-fearing, charismatic, intelligent, beautiful, strong-willed, quiet-achiever, soft-hearted... I can go on coz she's an amazing person.
She is an architect and truly believes in what she does since she has taken after her late father's very footsteps, career wise.
During the time of her family's great loss she has proven to stand by her family and friends and those who came to know and share her late father's life. She has shown such strength and courage and I will remember my time I spent with her, coz she has certainly taught me well.
I have come to know her since she was at uni as a committed soccer player in the Unitech women's team and also a great leader amongst her peers.
She has shown me and truly opened my eyes through her life and yeah they have taught well. I wanna thank God for her life and testimony to us all.
As young as she is, she truly is an inspiration to us all who knew her and I pray she will continue to live that legacy that her dad has passed on. I always told her the man who marries her would be the luckiest man on earth. :) She certainly is a blessing through her tragedy!
Thank God for women like Rosemary.....

Tuesday 31st March 2009, 3am, I couldn't sleep the night before so I had to stay up and read and then I started praying and I heard my spirit sing.... I cried out to my Father. I opened my bible to Psalm 25 and read the whole chapter and then I prayed the chapter.
The same morning I went online and checked my email and saw the daily devotional and the scripture for the day was the same I had read earlier in the morning. His message for me was confirmed. I owe it all to Him.

As a new life unfolds for each of us…we have to be grateful that we confronted those challenges; that we were once present.

As a new life unfolds for each of us…we have to be grateful that we confronted those challenges; that we were once present.

2007 has been certainly a year of issues concerning the intents of the heart and character. I comprehend we have all been blessed in numerous ways that I for one even overlooked the source of those blessings. Many at times we fall under that category and most often we presume that we can be what we desire and what we are without Him. I suppose I have misunderstood the disposition of life itself.

Crumbled Hope

I succumbed to the days and nights that erred me. My number one priority became the second and vice versa. I was in a world that wouldn't go down with me. Silly how we think we are truly our own inspirations. Time and time and I would go again; it keeps coming back to me. How I contemplated on a furnished dream that was now a shredded and crumbled memory.

I snoozed at the corners of the walls, yearning for a rescuing hand. My heart sank as I laid in despair and improvised. Darkness was merely a space without love. I was dying in my worlds within.

I curled behind locked doors and tears of dissatisfaction and agony were whispered in the stillness of the night. I laid awake and contemplated on the undoubted expectations of the dusk.

What should I anticipate myself to put up with? That was the least of my expectations. Silence tenderly took over from my thoughts and almost immediately I was slumbering on the brink of serenity. I was out of harm's way in my world as long as my intellect was at rest with me.

The Stranger

Should I run? Run, run, run, and I would keep running for eternity. My body throbbed in anguish. I gazed at a stranger staring back at me. Who was this woman? She is not recognized anymore by the merely one person who she assumed she identified. The displaced face and alien smile seemed ages to disregard. Only a beam of light that glistened from the ceiling was all that was left for me to see.

I am me, I love me and sure enough life has got a grip on me now. I am not letting resentment distract me from my focus. Every life, even the tiniest is worth sorting out.

A Glance back

As I evolve into the New Year, I glimpsed over my shoulders now and grapple what had occurred surrounded by a very inadequate period of time.

The last year has indisputably taught us all well. We were elevated for yet another challenging year. It never halts; undoubtedly keeps us equipped for tougher times ahead. Ceaseless we strive for an enhanced life and superior accomplishments.

A new Hope

But I would still contest if someone was never in all of these. The author of it all! I rest assured in His interminable agape love. For I'm convinced that neither death nor life can separate me from the love that Christ has for me. Here is the mystery: The path of joy runs straight through the heart of pain and suffering. Faith, at the very least, asks us to believe this: The path to heaven runs though suffering. Through the sorrow of the word, through that certain fog of doubt and pain, we have faith: sure of what we hope for, certain of what we do not see. God is love. God is in control. God will wipe away every tear and replace it with a river of joy.

I believe that this year will be one heaven of a year, so let us make the best of it and face all the challenges with hope and faith in the Lord.