A-Liz in Wonderland

I miss listening to Your voice, That little whisper that leads my thoughts, That tells me what is right and wrong, That comforts me in my pain and woes, That chases away all my fear and doubts, That sings with me in my success and joys, That reminds me when its time for prayer, That prompts me to correct the wrong I do. That tells me I was never God's mistake He intended to create me - unique as I am And He loves me beyond my understanding He chose to live within me as He breathed life into me That little voice was proof of this bond But o'er the years, I chose to ignore it To live the worldly life; lured by its charms. Tossed, battered, defeated and destroyed, I cry; I feel a void and I realize why - His voice is missing and I know why. -Sheens

Yea so I'm bored at the office today and its lunch break. As I was browsing through the net I found some really nice thoughts about how God would advertise and it was just too sweet to ignore; so I had to put it up on my blog. Enjoy!!!                                      

- Every evening I turn my worries over to God.  He's going to be up all night anyway.  ~Mary C. Crowley - God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.  ~St. Augustine - God understands our prayers even when we can't find the words to say them.  ~Author Unknown - What we are is God's gift to us.  What we become is our gift to God.  ~Eleanor Powell - You can tell the size of your God by looking at the size of your worry list.  The longer your list, the smaller your God.  ~Author Unknown - I don't know if God exists, but it would be better for His reputation if He didn't.  ~Jules Renard - God's last name is not "Dammit."  ~Author Unknown - No matter how much I prove and prod,   I cannot quite believe in God;   But oh, I hope to God that He   Unswervingly believes in me. ~E.Y. Harburg, attributed - God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.  ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning - I know God will no...

This happened a long time ago.... There was a time I was deeply hurt by someone. My 'friends' from college decided, around that time, that it would be fun to go to the beach and decided that it would be a 'girls' only' time (well...I'm gonna call them that for now, because I dunno what you call people you've known for over a month and they are your classmates but its not like you've bonded well with them.....especially when there are two people in that gang who don't like you and you don't know about it, but you're going to find out soon). So well I thought anyway it would be a good thing and it will help me take my mind off things for a while. I'm standing there at the beach watching the girls laugh and talk and run about and yea it really wasn't a bad idea...I was feeling lighter already. And then we remove our sandals and fold up our jeans to get into the water... I was really enjoying it..... Then one of them came up to me and s...

Many a times we try to pray, we say to ourselves, 'ok today I'm going concentrate like never before'. We start praying...sometimes we feel like we're talking to a wall, sometimes we're wondering if we're saying the right things or not...so who are we praying to? What are we praying about? How are we praying? What is prayer? Prayer is talking to God... we've  heard that a lot, since we were kids thanks to our catechism classes. And yet how is it that we tend to forget that? "Sheena, why do we need to pray to God?", he asked me, "isn't it enough that we do good deeds because that in itself is a prayer." I was quite taken aback when an uncle I know, my dad's good friend, asked me this. There was reason for his doubt though. My dad was going through a bad phase then and uncle couldn't understand how God did not ensure that my dad's troubles vanished, even though my dad went to church and prayed very often and is a good ma...

Yes! That's what I call Him.....my God, my Creator, Abba and Friend - 'My Old man with a white beard'. I think I started calling Him that one day, as I lay in bed, I wondered what it would be like to meet God. I wanted to think of Him as that kind old man - a father, who is crazy about us.. So then I let my imagination run wild and here's what I came up with: My God is really old, I reckoned, considering earth was made several millions of years ago. So He's really old, like millions of years old...and how do I represent that? The beard of course!!! Its the longest white beard ever...so long that it spilled over to form the clouds in the sky!! And picture this : A really old, yet powerful man, with white hair and white beard (really long that it forms clouds all around the throne He sits on)...and you're also walking on it to reach up to Him. He looks at you and smiles..... Every time there is trouble and I call out to Him, He will put the tip of His bea...

Theeps me miss u!!!! I miss those times of 'gossip galore' in the dark 'haunted' corridor of SPJain.... 'They' knew perhaps that two souls would need that quiet getaway from all the chaos happening outside in the world around them... 'They' placed that sofa there so 'they' could watch us as we talked and laughed about everything under the sun that amused us. 'They' watched us as we dished out secrets over our cups of coffee..... gosh how we were addicted to that!!! Do you reckon it was 'they' that followed us on the bridge to Henderson waves when we went walking at 11:30 in the night? 'They' could definitely see us walk across the Alexandra Arch from that corridor!! Speaking of 'them' remember that night we went to Mc.Donalds and saw God's eye & the female? She was sipping coffee by the window and we thought she looked like she was waiting for someone. Her appearance was quite scary but all I can ...