Keeping My Dreams Alive part 1

16 January 2012 ~

It seems that I've been logging in every single, significant event that has transpired all throughout my day since the first of January. It's like waking up fresh every morning, sixteen days old at that. 

I'm just beginning to see life and feel it!

Jan Neel's photo

I dusted the cobwebs in my mind... revisited the dreams that I once had and found them as fresh as when I first imagined them in my childhood. 

I re-arranged my plans in life...ooo quit it, I actually started a new page. 

I began looking at the mirror, which I haven't done for a long time...

and I smiled with what I saw...

India on my mind

I've always dreamt of going to this place. I've made my itinerary since last year but I still have not obtained my parents' blessings to go there


...and I await that day when 
I'll finally get to see my soul sisters and friends. 

While at it, I mused that God has answered this prayer in another form
~ a glimpse of 'Little India' in Singapore in 2010 and entering a Hindu temple...


Then again, I sighed... I should have specified when I prayed that I wished to go to Calcutta, India and spend a few days there with some friends.


Two of my fellow bloggers came to my mind spontaneously...
Mike Print of Shibboleth
and
Nelieta Mishchenko of http://nelietatravellingadventures.blogspot.com.


I thought of forming a group to do mission there.


Well, it could be fun. Chissa? (Who knows?)






Family

my artwork drawn in 1996 ~ in craypas

I spent ten years of my life away from home. I have already built my identity.
Then God led me to another road. 


I listened...

My heart said...


Should Someone come now or later, I leave it in God's hands. 

Dad's paintings




Haven for Children

It was a dream I originally shared with Sam. 


I prayed for a particular charism ~
where would God most likely call me?
The abandoned, street children, handicapped, the sick, the abused?

Then I read an article on Orissa and I felt maybe God calls me to take care of young girls.
I'm still praying for discernment.

Most often, I'd ask something from God and He gives me something else.

For example, as I shared in my earlier posts, as a young nurse, I wished to serve the poor, but God put me in a private school for children.

Perhaps, God wanted me to work on the virtue of humility and deepen my awareness of the reality.

Poverty isn't always found in the dumpsite...

 It is found in human hearts bereft of love, care and attention.


So I have my vision board and God has a different agenda.
Do I put an end to my dreams?


 Of course not.


I keep them alive...
and God ~ shapes them into something better...
something more worthwhile...

                        my artwork reproduced from Kriz John Rosales' photo

                              TEMPO, March 26,2010, Vol. 28 No.085,p.1