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Here are some valuable lessons I have learned from living the life of Bing Jimenez-Espiritu:
1. GOD LOVES ME IMMENSELY AND CONSTANTLY. I may falter in my loving God back, but He never does. He stays the same…and faithful…always.
2. HERNAN LOVES ME TOO. I know it was never a contest, yet many times over before, I would work so hard at showing my love for Hernan that I have forgotten how it is to be on the receiving end of love, of a loving relationship. It is not too late to bask in the love and devotion that Hernan has for me.
3. NO MATTER HOW BAD THINGS ARE, WITH GOD EVERYTHING ALWAYS ENDS UP IN GOOD. Even the most painful, sinful and ugly events in my life are all part of a bigger picture…a picture that has a good purpose for it in the end.
4. I AM ABUNDANTLY BLESSED. I need only to have a genuinely thankful heart so that I will be able to see these blessings, no matter how small and routinary they may be.
5. WORKING HARD IS GOOD. BUT WORKING SMART IS BETTER! It is good to know what I can do. But it is equally good to know who I can turn to for help – resources, people, materials, expertise. Planning and time management are also important. But then it’s also important to have allowances for serendipity or “accidental learning” because it lends an interesting twist in the work
6. NO MATTER WHAT PEOPLE SAY ABOUT MY BODY, I HAVE TO LOVE IT AND BE COMFORTABLE WITH IT. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. I will never be able to please everyone, so better to love my body. I will take care of it. I will nourish it. I will nurture it. It is the only one I have and will ever have. And most importantly, it is the Temple of the Holy Spirit.
7. ASKING FOR HELP OR RECEIVING IT DOES NOT MAKE ME LESS OF A PERSON. In fact, it really makes me more human because I realize that I cannot do everything and be everything to any one person. No one is so rich that he cannot ask for or receive from others. And no one is so poor that he cannot give to other
Monday, April 26, 2010
Bubbles
Bubbles! Bubbles! I love bubbles!
In fact, I remember my childhood days. Roy, my younger brother, and I were so young then. During summer, we would be out of the house right after breakfast and we would be playing with our neighbors and friends in the street.
We never got tired of gathering gumamela leaves. Then we would get some Tide laundry powder from the house. Dinidikdik namin yung mga dahon tapos yung katas pati na rin yung durog na dahon, hinahalo namin sa Tide at tubig. Then we would get some twigs and fashion them into rings with handles, dip them into the gumamela-Tide solution…and presto! We can blow our bubbles away! We had so much fun doing that.
But then of course, I grew older and forgot all about it. Then this year, I was assigned to take care of our Teachers’ recognition Day in Esteban International School for February 12, 2010. For that occasion, we were to have an Awarding Ceremony, but the awards are fun awards. Yun bang tipong Mr. Close-up Smile, Mr. Superman, Ms. Congeniality, etc. Anyway, I was also tasked to describe each award and to buy the prizes to be given to the awardees. For the title “Mr. Congeniality,” I bought some bubbles because they are symbolic of a pleasing and sunny disposition, a “bubbly” personality. Then when I was already at home trying to wrap the awards, I decided to “test” the bubbles. So I blew some…and then some more…and some more again…and again…and again…and again…Hala! Di na ako matapos-tapos sa bubble-blowing!
I was hooked again! And happily hooked I was So now that I have rediscovered the fun in bubbles, I actually have a stash of bubbles in my room. And when I feel like it, when I am sad, or when I am stressed, or tired, I would blow bubbles in the room or in the veranda, allowing the wind to bring the bubbles to wherever. At one time, I blew bubbles and they floated down the stairs. Hernan and the kids were downstairs in the sala. I heard Hernan exclaiming, “Mama is at it again!” At that, I just shrugged and smiled, and blew some more bubbles…again…and again…and again…
Bubbles, anyone?
In fact, I remember my childhood days. Roy, my younger brother, and I were so young then. During summer, we would be out of the house right after breakfast and we would be playing with our neighbors and friends in the street.
We never got tired of gathering gumamela leaves. Then we would get some Tide laundry powder from the house. Dinidikdik namin yung mga dahon tapos yung katas pati na rin yung durog na dahon, hinahalo namin sa Tide at tubig. Then we would get some twigs and fashion them into rings with handles, dip them into the gumamela-Tide solution…and presto! We can blow our bubbles away! We had so much fun doing that.
But then of course, I grew older and forgot all about it. Then this year, I was assigned to take care of our Teachers’ recognition Day in Esteban International School for February 12, 2010. For that occasion, we were to have an Awarding Ceremony, but the awards are fun awards. Yun bang tipong Mr. Close-up Smile, Mr. Superman, Ms. Congeniality, etc. Anyway, I was also tasked to describe each award and to buy the prizes to be given to the awardees. For the title “Mr. Congeniality,” I bought some bubbles because they are symbolic of a pleasing and sunny disposition, a “bubbly” personality. Then when I was already at home trying to wrap the awards, I decided to “test” the bubbles. So I blew some…and then some more…and some more again…and again…and again…and again…Hala! Di na ako matapos-tapos sa bubble-blowing!
I was hooked again! And happily hooked I was So now that I have rediscovered the fun in bubbles, I actually have a stash of bubbles in my room. And when I feel like it, when I am sad, or when I am stressed, or tired, I would blow bubbles in the room or in the veranda, allowing the wind to bring the bubbles to wherever. At one time, I blew bubbles and they floated down the stairs. Hernan and the kids were downstairs in the sala. I heard Hernan exclaiming, “Mama is at it again!” At that, I just shrugged and smiled, and blew some more bubbles…again…and again…and again…
Bubbles, anyone?
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