An unknown woman in the Ravensbruck consecration camp wrote this little prayer and pinned it to the dead body of a little girl. I would like to share her prayer:
Oh Lord, remember not only the men and women of good will but also those of ill will. But do not remember all they have inflicted on us. Remember rather the fruits we have brought, thanks to this suffering; our comradeship, our loyalty, our humility, our courage, our generosity, the greatness of heart that has grown out of all of these. And when they come to judgment, let all the fruits we have borne be their forgiveness.
Betsie Ten Boom, who died in the consecration camp, steadfastly refused to hate the guards who beat her and eventually, beat her to death. Her dying words were both simple and profound. Listen to what she said:
We must tell the people what we have learned here. We must tell them that there is no pain so deep that God’s love is not deeper still.
That is incredible! (William Bausch, More Telling Stories, Compelling Stories. page 28.)
A Woman knows that her pain is experiencing the beauty of life itself. And it is a wonderful life to be lived until her last drop of blood.
Read through my thoughts as I write them while I stare blank at the mirror humans call Life.
Choices
When people ask me to define love, I say, "Love is like handing someone a gun, having them point it at your heart, and trusting them to never pull the trigger." (Sponge Bob)
When they ask me why I laugh at my mistakes and even write them with pride in my blogs, I say, "I'm not crazy. I just don't give a damn!" (Daffy Duck)
When one time I was conducting a group activity, a student asked what road sign I love the most, I said, "I like dead end signs. I think they're kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you're going nowhere…" (Bugs Bunny)
And when for the nth time a friend would ask me what do I get from writing, I'm not even sure if there are good old souls out there visiting my site, I just smile and say, "Kung gusto mong maging manunulat, eh di magsulat ka. Simple." (Bob Ong)
And last night when Eva said she wants to quit from her work because nobody believes in her, her boss got mad at her, she doesn't even have friends at her agency, and she's crying like hell, I said, "Either you stay to prove your worth or you quit and just show them you're a loser, you have to strive for your happiness." (MY original)
My CHOICES: I remained believing in love. I continued spicing up my mistakes and rewriting my life, accepting failure but keep on dreaming until words would fade into thin air.
When they ask me why I laugh at my mistakes and even write them with pride in my blogs, I say, "I'm not crazy. I just don't give a damn!" (Daffy Duck)
When one time I was conducting a group activity, a student asked what road sign I love the most, I said, "I like dead end signs. I think they're kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you're going nowhere…" (Bugs Bunny)
And when for the nth time a friend would ask me what do I get from writing, I'm not even sure if there are good old souls out there visiting my site, I just smile and say, "Kung gusto mong maging manunulat, eh di magsulat ka. Simple." (Bob Ong)
And last night when Eva said she wants to quit from her work because nobody believes in her, her boss got mad at her, she doesn't even have friends at her agency, and she's crying like hell, I said, "Either you stay to prove your worth or you quit and just show them you're a loser, you have to strive for your happiness." (MY original)
My CHOICES: I remained believing in love. I continued spicing up my mistakes and rewriting my life, accepting failure but keep on dreaming until words would fade into thin air.
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