Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Dietary Fiber: How Does it Affects Weight and Diseases?
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Monday, January 4, 2010
Christmas Tribute to my Father
nullnullIt was Christmas day, December 25, 2009, Clearwater Florida. Early in the morning, we have practiced to thank God for all of His mercy and unfailing love before we start our day. We also prayed for the family, our friends, the churches, and our nations. I even shouted "Happy Birthday Jesus!" Never in my imagination that this morning will become the most memorable morning... and will be the most painful and unforgettable morning of my life... because just a moment after our prayer... I read the text message of my kid sister which says, "Papa is dead...”
I had a mixed feeling of reaction. I was not able to say a word. I tried to digest what that message means. I even told my husband calmly that my father is dead. Then, I suddenly felt the very strong emotion of pain. It seems that my heart was pierced with a sword. It registered to my mind then. Papa is dead. I cried out with a loud voice. I cried like a child being left by his mother. I shouted with a crying voice like a child who was lost in the middle of the nowhere. I cried and cried. The tears will not stop falling. The pain does not want to go away. The only words I uttered... "O My God...! O My God! Have mercy on us!" I did not know if I prayed right at that moment. My mind was so blank. I did not only felt the pain of losing my father, but I also felt the pain of being so far away from him. Ten thousand miles away... I could not even embrace him or give him a hug for the last time. I felt so restless! But I could not blame God. Though my heart was so sad and in so much pain... there was a small voice that sings the song that I did not even remember the lyrics. It was a song that gives glory to God which I remembered later when I calmed down. It is the song of salvation. "Savior, he can moves the mountain... my God is mighty to save, Jesus is mighty to save... forever, author of salvation, Jesus is mighty to save... Jesus is mighty to save..."
The more I cried when I heard this song in my heart. I felt like exploding in my grief. I cried out loud calling "Jesus! Help me!" He did. I sat there... with the tear flowing in my eyes... I did not know how many hours I sat on the couch... my husband was there with me... trying to comfort me in silent gesture. After a while... I started to feel the peace again in my heart. I stop crying and started to pray.
In my prayer, I thank God for this wonderful gift of salvation for my father. It was a very unusual gift. Of all the time to leave... my father choose to leave at Christmas day. But we know very much that my earthly father has no choice. That is just a way of saying just to give reason why he died on Christmas day.
My heart is in pain, but I am also happy that my father left with a peaceful heart in the Lord. So, this hub is a tribute to man who is not even well known. He was just a very ordinary man, no riches, no fame. Yet, he was a man of principle and a very intelligent man. He does not have any degree but he was a smart man. He is an optimist. For him, everything is possible if you have the courage and the will to do it. I remember when I was a child, he taught me how to write and read. Together with my mother, they raised me and my siblings, teaching us the virtues of honesty, fear in the Lord and honoring our parents and elders. One of the most important family values that my father adheres is RESPECT. He said you cannot buy respect with money. You have to earn it. He said... if a man wanted to be respected then, he should learn to respect himself first. If you want honor then work for that honor. Respect and honor are free to give, but you have to earn it the way you earn respect and the honor you deserves.
I remember how some of the great politicians in his early days come to him for support. I remember how he helped neighbors in times of sorrows. There was even a time when I told my father... "It seems that you are the coffin maker now Papa...I doubt if you will have the same favor when you die."
He just smiled at replied: "I don't need to be paid for the only thing that I can help. If they will remember me... when I die... that will be good but if not... God knows that I just do what I can do to help in the simplest way."
These are just some of the things I remembered and learned from my father. There are a lot of things I wanted to say which he could not hear anymore. Things that no matter what I do will not matter anymore for him. I wanted to say to him that even if he was not able to give us the financial support he was supposed to give because of his being sickly, I am proud of him. I wanted to say that He is a great father. I wanted to tell him that he had taught me a lot about the struggle of life. I learned how to fight for my right and to live with strong faith in the Lord. I learned from him how to value friendship and loyalty. I learned from him and my mother how to value a family. I wanted to tell him that he is not a liability but an asset to us for he is a blessing to us from the Heavenly Father. I wanted to tell him that we wanted to see him alive and that we need him. I wanted to tell him that we love him no matter what his faults are.
I wanted to tell him that I fully understand now that I am a parent that the love of a father or a mother is not measured in terms of the material things they can provide but in the love that they have given to their children.
He had been hospitalized 2 weeks ago. He was already feeling well. I talked to him on the phone. I told him I love him and asked forgiveness for all the things I said or done in the past that hurt him as a father. He cried that time. He said... he loves me and that I don't have to ask forgiveness... there is nothing to forgive. He was the same father that I have known since when I was a child... a father who always comforts us.
My father and I were best friends but we also argued a lot. We argued but we never had a grudge against each other. He showed an example to us that in a family, no matter what the situation is... the family is always a family. That is one of his legacies to us. He never hates us. He never gives any indication that he felt a conflict towards us. He was always the loving father. One of things I will miss... the way my father cooks for us. I love his cooking.
When I was born again, I thought he would be angry with me... then I talk to him about Jesus and he understands. He was hungry about God. There were mornings when he will knock at my door and ask if I have lingzhi coffee. Then we will have coffee together, and we will talk about God and the holy bible.
All of these things now are memories.
The only thing that gives me consolation is that God had given him a dispensation of grace. When he was taken to the hospital, they thought he would die that day. The doctor gave him 24 hours. In the morning, he recovered and was able to talk with my mother, my siblings, nieces, and nephews. He was very happy on Christmas Eve. The family visited him in the hospital. My niece read the email I sent with the prayer and Psalm 23. I thought that was a miracle that he had lived from that worst night. I was so happy then. I said to God, "Well Lord, I am sure you have a purpose for Papa. I thank you for this miracle."
Then twenty minutes after that happiness... some of the family went home especially those with small babies. They were just surprised when the hospital called telling them to come immediately... papa is getting worse. He could not breathe. The doctors were trying their best to save papa. But it was no use. They just found out... he had cancer of the lungs. That was a bomb shell to all of us. But what really hit us... the doctor told mama... to be ready to accept the reality because papa has no more chance to live. In a minute or two... we will lose him.
He did. He died in the arms of my mother. He died with a smile on his face. He died peacefully. He did not even felt any pain. He died on Christmas day. What a day to leave us! But does he have any choice?
Can I say it is unfair for him to die on Christmas day? Can I say he should have taken care of his lungs so he will not have that cancer thing? Who is to blame?
No, there is nobody to blame. Death is victory in Christ Jesus. But I could not help feeling so sad. It was so painful. My heart is bleeding with grief.
Papa started smoking when he was nine years old that was when he lost his mother and run away from home. Since then, he was drinking and smoking until the age of fifty-three. He quit smoking but little we know that the cancer had already been developed in his lungs. If only... if only... but that is only "if".
So for my Papa:
I know you are with the Lord Jesus. Your prayers are not in vain for even in your sleep, God has shown you his glory. He gave you a smile in your face, a glow in your picture that gives life even to your lifeless body. Jesus is very much alive in you. I just wish that I was there to say farewell to you.
You are right Papa, life is a journey. You said that the miracle that you had been waiting for has already come. We did not understand that you are just waiting for Jesus to come for you. You might not be the perfect father as you think but for us, your children... we are proud of you. I thank God for you and mama. It is very hard Papa. I am supposed to be happy because you come home to our Abba Father. But I am really very sad and in deep pain because I will miss. We will miss you papa. We will not be able to see your smile again. No more Papa who will tease us asks for a Christmas gift.
The things that you have taught us papa will never be forgotten. We will continue to live as a good example like you said of being a good person, a good neighbor, a good friend, and most of all a good Christian.
The people might be able to understand why we love you so much. But only your family aside from God who knew what kind of man you are.
I pray too, that your life might be a good example to your grandchildren especially those who smoke and who drinks alcohol.
Farewell Papa, I will not say goodbye because I know we are going to see you in heaven. We love you and your memories will always be in our hearts. How can we forget? You come home to Jesus on his birthday! It was a kind of grand welcome for you Papa. You were asking for his peace and miracle... you got it with a bonus big time!
It just hurts not to see you again...!
To all people who smoke too... smoking really kills. Quit while you still have time. Quit before it is too late. I remember my father saying that he is not proud that he had done that in the past. He was saying that to his grandchildren too. He does not want them to abuse their body especially their lungs.
I had a mixed feeling of reaction. I was not able to say a word. I tried to digest what that message means. I even told my husband calmly that my father is dead. Then, I suddenly felt the very strong emotion of pain. It seems that my heart was pierced with a sword. It registered to my mind then. Papa is dead. I cried out with a loud voice. I cried like a child being left by his mother. I shouted with a crying voice like a child who was lost in the middle of the nowhere. I cried and cried. The tears will not stop falling. The pain does not want to go away. The only words I uttered... "O My God...! O My God! Have mercy on us!" I did not know if I prayed right at that moment. My mind was so blank. I did not only felt the pain of losing my father, but I also felt the pain of being so far away from him. Ten thousand miles away... I could not even embrace him or give him a hug for the last time. I felt so restless! But I could not blame God. Though my heart was so sad and in so much pain... there was a small voice that sings the song that I did not even remember the lyrics. It was a song that gives glory to God which I remembered later when I calmed down. It is the song of salvation. "Savior, he can moves the mountain... my God is mighty to save, Jesus is mighty to save... forever, author of salvation, Jesus is mighty to save... Jesus is mighty to save..."
The more I cried when I heard this song in my heart. I felt like exploding in my grief. I cried out loud calling "Jesus! Help me!" He did. I sat there... with the tear flowing in my eyes... I did not know how many hours I sat on the couch... my husband was there with me... trying to comfort me in silent gesture. After a while... I started to feel the peace again in my heart. I stop crying and started to pray.
In my prayer, I thank God for this wonderful gift of salvation for my father. It was a very unusual gift. Of all the time to leave... my father choose to leave at Christmas day. But we know very much that my earthly father has no choice. That is just a way of saying just to give reason why he died on Christmas day.
My heart is in pain, but I am also happy that my father left with a peaceful heart in the Lord. So, this hub is a tribute to man who is not even well known. He was just a very ordinary man, no riches, no fame. Yet, he was a man of principle and a very intelligent man. He does not have any degree but he was a smart man. He is an optimist. For him, everything is possible if you have the courage and the will to do it. I remember when I was a child, he taught me how to write and read. Together with my mother, they raised me and my siblings, teaching us the virtues of honesty, fear in the Lord and honoring our parents and elders. One of the most important family values that my father adheres is RESPECT. He said you cannot buy respect with money. You have to earn it. He said... if a man wanted to be respected then, he should learn to respect himself first. If you want honor then work for that honor. Respect and honor are free to give, but you have to earn it the way you earn respect and the honor you deserves.
I remember how some of the great politicians in his early days come to him for support. I remember how he helped neighbors in times of sorrows. There was even a time when I told my father... "It seems that you are the coffin maker now Papa...I doubt if you will have the same favor when you die."
He just smiled at replied: "I don't need to be paid for the only thing that I can help. If they will remember me... when I die... that will be good but if not... God knows that I just do what I can do to help in the simplest way."
These are just some of the things I remembered and learned from my father. There are a lot of things I wanted to say which he could not hear anymore. Things that no matter what I do will not matter anymore for him. I wanted to say to him that even if he was not able to give us the financial support he was supposed to give because of his being sickly, I am proud of him. I wanted to say that He is a great father. I wanted to tell him that he had taught me a lot about the struggle of life. I learned how to fight for my right and to live with strong faith in the Lord. I learned from him how to value friendship and loyalty. I learned from him and my mother how to value a family. I wanted to tell him that he is not a liability but an asset to us for he is a blessing to us from the Heavenly Father. I wanted to tell him that we wanted to see him alive and that we need him. I wanted to tell him that we love him no matter what his faults are.
I wanted to tell him that I fully understand now that I am a parent that the love of a father or a mother is not measured in terms of the material things they can provide but in the love that they have given to their children.
He had been hospitalized 2 weeks ago. He was already feeling well. I talked to him on the phone. I told him I love him and asked forgiveness for all the things I said or done in the past that hurt him as a father. He cried that time. He said... he loves me and that I don't have to ask forgiveness... there is nothing to forgive. He was the same father that I have known since when I was a child... a father who always comforts us.
My father and I were best friends but we also argued a lot. We argued but we never had a grudge against each other. He showed an example to us that in a family, no matter what the situation is... the family is always a family. That is one of his legacies to us. He never hates us. He never gives any indication that he felt a conflict towards us. He was always the loving father. One of things I will miss... the way my father cooks for us. I love his cooking.
When I was born again, I thought he would be angry with me... then I talk to him about Jesus and he understands. He was hungry about God. There were mornings when he will knock at my door and ask if I have lingzhi coffee. Then we will have coffee together, and we will talk about God and the holy bible.
All of these things now are memories.
The only thing that gives me consolation is that God had given him a dispensation of grace. When he was taken to the hospital, they thought he would die that day. The doctor gave him 24 hours. In the morning, he recovered and was able to talk with my mother, my siblings, nieces, and nephews. He was very happy on Christmas Eve. The family visited him in the hospital. My niece read the email I sent with the prayer and Psalm 23. I thought that was a miracle that he had lived from that worst night. I was so happy then. I said to God, "Well Lord, I am sure you have a purpose for Papa. I thank you for this miracle."
Then twenty minutes after that happiness... some of the family went home especially those with small babies. They were just surprised when the hospital called telling them to come immediately... papa is getting worse. He could not breathe. The doctors were trying their best to save papa. But it was no use. They just found out... he had cancer of the lungs. That was a bomb shell to all of us. But what really hit us... the doctor told mama... to be ready to accept the reality because papa has no more chance to live. In a minute or two... we will lose him.
He did. He died in the arms of my mother. He died with a smile on his face. He died peacefully. He did not even felt any pain. He died on Christmas day. What a day to leave us! But does he have any choice?
Can I say it is unfair for him to die on Christmas day? Can I say he should have taken care of his lungs so he will not have that cancer thing? Who is to blame?
No, there is nobody to blame. Death is victory in Christ Jesus. But I could not help feeling so sad. It was so painful. My heart is bleeding with grief.
Papa started smoking when he was nine years old that was when he lost his mother and run away from home. Since then, he was drinking and smoking until the age of fifty-three. He quit smoking but little we know that the cancer had already been developed in his lungs. If only... if only... but that is only "if".
So for my Papa:
I know you are with the Lord Jesus. Your prayers are not in vain for even in your sleep, God has shown you his glory. He gave you a smile in your face, a glow in your picture that gives life even to your lifeless body. Jesus is very much alive in you. I just wish that I was there to say farewell to you.
You are right Papa, life is a journey. You said that the miracle that you had been waiting for has already come. We did not understand that you are just waiting for Jesus to come for you. You might not be the perfect father as you think but for us, your children... we are proud of you. I thank God for you and mama. It is very hard Papa. I am supposed to be happy because you come home to our Abba Father. But I am really very sad and in deep pain because I will miss. We will miss you papa. We will not be able to see your smile again. No more Papa who will tease us asks for a Christmas gift.
The things that you have taught us papa will never be forgotten. We will continue to live as a good example like you said of being a good person, a good neighbor, a good friend, and most of all a good Christian.
The people might be able to understand why we love you so much. But only your family aside from God who knew what kind of man you are.
I pray too, that your life might be a good example to your grandchildren especially those who smoke and who drinks alcohol.
Farewell Papa, I will not say goodbye because I know we are going to see you in heaven. We love you and your memories will always be in our hearts. How can we forget? You come home to Jesus on his birthday! It was a kind of grand welcome for you Papa. You were asking for his peace and miracle... you got it with a bonus big time!
It just hurts not to see you again...!
To all people who smoke too... smoking really kills. Quit while you still have time. Quit before it is too late. I remember my father saying that he is not proud that he had done that in the past. He was saying that to his grandchildren too. He does not want them to abuse their body especially their lungs.
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Tips on how to win friendship of your step-children & In-laws
nullnullnullBefore I met my husband, I had been through a very hard life. I never thought that I would find somebody who will love me as I am. A man who will respect me and will listen to me and will cry with me. A man whom I can lean in times of my trouble.
My past life had taught me a hard lesson never to trust a man again. But guess what? Just a click in the internet and my life was changed forever. I was not even thinking seriously of marrying again let alone a foreigner. Besides, I thought of myself as very plain. That is the reason may be why I failed in my past marriage. It was not even a real marriage because, it was a bigamous marriage. So, I was very skeptical about men.
Here comes a friendly hello from a guy, who has a very beautiful nose. Well, at least, in my eyes my husband's nose is very beautiful. That reminds me of a famous saying "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." You can also say that it is because my nose is not as beautiful as my husband's nose. That is typical anyway of my being a Filipino with the exceptions of those mixed blood.
But that is not what I am trying to say why I wrote this blog. The reason is I want to give some tips to stepmothers like me.
My husband has 2 children in his first marriagenull, a daughter and a son. Even during the early days of our marriage, I was worried that my step-children might not accept me. But here is the wisdom that I am going to share with you:
*Adopt a positive attitude and trust God to give you love and understanding toward the possibility of being rejected, just in case.
* Think and consider your step-children as your own. I know it is difficult but if you remember the famous saying "Love begets love,” it always works you know. I have a testimony to that.
*Give due respect. That is the golden rule anyway. Do unto others what you want others do unto you.
* Don't be selfish or mean, be genuine and true to yourself. It is not good to pretend to be nice, when you are not. It will not help you. It will only create friction and mistrust.
*Give love without expecting any return and God will bless you more a hundredfold.
*Don't be jealous. It is a poison to a good relationship.
*Don't push yourself. Let them know you as who you are. Be a good listener. Be a good friend.
*Don't be impatient either. If you have shown a genuine attitude towards your step-children according to the virtue of a good mother even if they are not your blood and your own... that kindness and congeniality will merit respect and friendship.
Your situation might be different from mine, but the bible says in Romans 5:4 "And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation."
It always pays to have a loving and truthful heart that only comes from the Lord. It will open doors of healthy relationships in marriage and in our family circle, even in the outside world.
My daughter-in-law was a testimony of that relationship. She is more than a real daughter to me. My step-daughter too, though we seldom see and talk with each other because of our distance, but we are like old friends. At least that is how I feel. So with my step-son too, he respected me and treated me as a real family. They both respected me. Generally speaking, they are really good and nice kids. Thanks to their parents of whom I am one of the recipient of that love and kindness.
I am proud of my step-children. I thank God for them. They are one of my wonderful blessings being the seed of the man I love unconditionally.
I just thought of sharing that experience to step-mothers who are trying to get along with their step-children and even their in-laws.
Some people might say, nothing could come in a broken family--- but the truth is, it is how we accept things and try to live in it with complete trust in God. The word of God in the bible says, "Without me, you can do nothing." (John 15:5)
My past life had taught me a hard lesson never to trust a man again. But guess what? Just a click in the internet and my life was changed forever. I was not even thinking seriously of marrying again let alone a foreigner. Besides, I thought of myself as very plain. That is the reason may be why I failed in my past marriage. It was not even a real marriage because, it was a bigamous marriage. So, I was very skeptical about men.
Here comes a friendly hello from a guy, who has a very beautiful nose. Well, at least, in my eyes my husband's nose is very beautiful. That reminds me of a famous saying "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." You can also say that it is because my nose is not as beautiful as my husband's nose. That is typical anyway of my being a Filipino with the exceptions of those mixed blood.
But that is not what I am trying to say why I wrote this blog. The reason is I want to give some tips to stepmothers like me.
My husband has 2 children in his first marriagenull, a daughter and a son. Even during the early days of our marriage, I was worried that my step-children might not accept me. But here is the wisdom that I am going to share with you:
*Adopt a positive attitude and trust God to give you love and understanding toward the possibility of being rejected, just in case.
* Think and consider your step-children as your own. I know it is difficult but if you remember the famous saying "Love begets love,” it always works you know. I have a testimony to that.
*Give due respect. That is the golden rule anyway. Do unto others what you want others do unto you.
* Don't be selfish or mean, be genuine and true to yourself. It is not good to pretend to be nice, when you are not. It will not help you. It will only create friction and mistrust.
*Give love without expecting any return and God will bless you more a hundredfold.
*Don't be jealous. It is a poison to a good relationship.
*Don't push yourself. Let them know you as who you are. Be a good listener. Be a good friend.
*Don't be impatient either. If you have shown a genuine attitude towards your step-children according to the virtue of a good mother even if they are not your blood and your own... that kindness and congeniality will merit respect and friendship.
Your situation might be different from mine, but the bible says in Romans 5:4 "And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation."
It always pays to have a loving and truthful heart that only comes from the Lord. It will open doors of healthy relationships in marriage and in our family circle, even in the outside world.
My daughter-in-law was a testimony of that relationship. She is more than a real daughter to me. My step-daughter too, though we seldom see and talk with each other because of our distance, but we are like old friends. At least that is how I feel. So with my step-son too, he respected me and treated me as a real family. They both respected me. Generally speaking, they are really good and nice kids. Thanks to their parents of whom I am one of the recipient of that love and kindness.
I am proud of my step-children. I thank God for them. They are one of my wonderful blessings being the seed of the man I love unconditionally.
I just thought of sharing that experience to step-mothers who are trying to get along with their step-children and even their in-laws.
Some people might say, nothing could come in a broken family--- but the truth is, it is how we accept things and try to live in it with complete trust in God. The word of God in the bible says, "Without me, you can do nothing." (John 15:5)
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