Life is not perfect

Life is not perfect.

But God is good.

My back aches.

But I could still sit up straight.

I'm not pretty.

At least I'm not ugly either.

I'm not rich.

But I'm not poor either.

I'm not a genius.

At least I have some form of intelligence.

I lost my love.

But I did not lose my heart.

I can't afford a lot of things.

But I really don't need a lot.

My feet are too big.

But I could run, walk, skip, hop, jump and paint toenails.

I don't have a lot of clothes.

At least I look good in them.

I don't have a lot of friends.

But they are true.

My Savior is rejected by many

But He is mighty to save.

Life is not perfect

but God is good.

Virtual vs. Furry (a pet story)

Mimi, my virtual pet at Nintendogs

I love pets. I loved my pet cats (We had generations of cats. I had eight at one time when I was a child and all are adopted!). I loved my pet dogs (Punky, Brewster, Tagpi, Bogart, Buruguduy, Blackie, Brownie, Ligaw, Pipoy). I love raising them, feeding them and giving them a bath every Saturday morning. I learned to live with them and care for them. I know each and every personality of my pets. Some of them even lived together as faithful house dogs and house cats. But as of today, we have no pets at all (mice, spider and lizards don 't count). My mom has a "sari-sari store" and obvious "pets are not allowed" because though they are eager customers, they never pay in cash (only in frolic and fun).

So, I consoled myself with playing for my brother's Nintendogs (Nintendo, thank you so much! The game is lovable with a lovable soundtrack!). I chose a pet puppy whose breed is new to me. Labradors and German shepherds look appealing enough but I don't rock big dogs. Poodles are cute but I don't rock small dogs either. So I chose a Shiba Inu. Did I say she's so cute? She's so adorable. I had to name her but since I was a recent cat-owner (our last cat died) and loved to yoler, "Mimingggg!" when feeding neighborhood cats (yep, our street has a communal ownership of a litter of cats), I decided to call my puppy, Mimi.

I fed her with (virtual) store-bought dog food, bottled water and dog biscuits and jerky for treats whenever she's hungry or thirsty (but often she becomes famished and parched). I took her for a walk in the virtual town where she gets to meet up with other virtual puppies and I get to hear (actually read) the praises and comments of unseen owners. I gave Mimi a bath whenever her appearance reaches the level of filthy (with fleas flying off her) to make her beautiful (where her fur actually sparkles). I taught her tricks like sit, shake (paws), roll-over, lie down, and jump. For know this is all she knew because she could get so stubborn sometimes. We even get to train for competitions such as disc-throwing and agility contests with obstacles and trails...

Okay, by now, you know I'm such a Nintendogs junkie but I can't help it.  For someone as pet-less as I am, life can get pretty lonely and boring without a fuzzy animal beside me. Mimi is so much fun, but can never ever compare to the warmth and cuddle-libility of my real life pets (Fatchoy, Hermie, I miss you guys!) Nothing compares to the purring fur ball at your heels and the meows at the doorstep. Nothing compares to the wagging tails the moment you step your yard from school. Nothing compares to the "wild-dog chases" and the feather-in-the-kitty-ears play. Nothing compares to the creatures begging for your love and attention (and their next meal). I hope someday, I could have another pet.

I loved my pets and they loved me back. Nothing compares to the real deal. Nothing compares to the creations of God.

Did Eve have an extra rib?

Last Christmas I bought my "Christmas book" at Booksale. It has been my personal tradition for the past 18 years to buy a book every December 22 since receiving the very first for Christmas on 1996. From that point on, I made sure I bought a book on that date (though in a couple of cases, I skipped a day or two) and signed it but didn't necessarily read it immediately. Last December, it came down to this book: "Did Eve Really Have An Extra Rib" by Ken Ham. I picked the book because of its humorous title. I even thought of it as a good gift for a Sunday-school student in our church who is fond of trivia. 

Well, so much for the humor. The book itself poses serious posts against the theory of Evolution. In this book, the author, explains that the book of Genesis is the true basis for the origins of the earth. He believes that the earth is young (around 10,000 to 6,000)  and not millions and millions of years old as Evolutionists would point out.

Whew, there's so much interesting facts here that support the Creationist view. I'll try to share it as I go through the book. So, as for the question... Does Eve have an extra rib?

Assuming that you believe wholly and completely what is said in Genesis (the first book of the Bible) that God created Adam and took one of his ribs to form Eve from it (refer to Genesis 2:21-22); then that would mean Eve had more ribs than Adam because a rib was taken out of him!

What a thought! Ken Ham actually says, at first, she did! He further explained that ribs have an amazing ability to regenerate. As long as the outer membrane of the bone (periosteum) is held intact, the bone can grow back. This is further supported by Carl Wield, a physician who underwent reconstructive surgery for his face after an accident. He stated that the periosteum contains cells that can manufacture new bone. Particularly in young people, 'rib periosteum has a remarkable ability to regenerate bone, perhaps more so than any other bone' (http://www.s8int.com/adamsrib.html).

Over time, Adam did grow back his "missing" rib and did not walk on earth entirely with a defect. How amazing is that! God knew exactly the perfect part to make Eve from, without damaging Adam for life. 

I'll share more fact finds soon! I can't wait to learn more from this "Christmas" book.

A Window Opens

After years of procrastinating, I finally decided to create my own blog (Yey!) What a feat!

I hope to start it with the right reasons though. 

Number 1. I want to chronicle my journeys, travels, new ideas, my brilliant thoughts (duh!) and my walk with the Lord.  I have spiritual amnesia.

Number 2. I desperately wanted to read myself think and not to care so much that other people will criticize my thoughts ("How could you think of that?" that sort of thing).

Number 3. If life is indeed a journey and can only be traveled once, I want to leave markers along the way so other travelers could learn from my mistakes and little victories. Number 4. I want to celebrate the gift given to me.(Wow!) It is nothing compared to the skill of others before me, but I want to use my small gift as gratitude to the One who entrusted it to me.

There are so many writers in this world and as I aspire to belong to the ranks of some of the best, I can't help feeling small and inept. But I refuse to feel inferior, knowing that writing is simply showing someone else through words what the world looks like looking through your eyes... through your window.

I hope you stop by again to look through my window again. <3