We christians commemorate today the crucifixion of Jesus Christ (Good Friday). As a way of reminding everyone of God's infinite love for us, I wanna share with you this humbling video and the lyrics of the song "ON MY CROSS". Please click on the link below to view. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-P4rbp6e3c Thank you God for Your immeasurable love... for giving us Jesus Christ and for His tremendous and unimaginable sacrifice for our sins. On My Cross - FFH (Have I Ever Told You) | How wide is Your love That You would stretch Your arms And go around the world And why for me would a Savior's cry be heard I don't know Why You went where I was meant to go I don't know Why You love me so Those were my nails That was my crown That pierced Your hands and your brow Those were my thorns Those were my scorns Those were my tears that fell down And just as You said it would be You did it all for me After You counted the cost You took my shame, my blame On my cross How deep is Your grace That you could see my need And chose to take my place And then for me, these words I'd hear You say Father no Forgive them for they know not what they do I will go Because I love them so |
I just started making this multiply account and still getting acquainted with it.. I've been a blogger for quite some time, but rested for a while for some reasons (laziness is one of them perhaps?).. All my blog entries are still in my friendster account, so I decided to just copy them all and paste it here.. It saves time and effort on my part.. Some topics are no longer new, but the message i wanna convey is still important... my blogs are my emotions, my thoughts... Children, with their pure hearts, are really cute when they freely speak their minds. As a full-time housewife and mother, it's truly comforting after a very tiring day running errands at home when your children give you a big hug and say, I love you Ma -- those magical words always warm my heart and make me smile even how tired I am. It's their own little way of expressing how they appreciate the things you do for them. Simple things they may seem, but in your children's eyes, they mean a lot more. Doing things for the good of your children is never a waste. My husband and I are quite amazed how our children continually teach us to be better persons... Our children teach us what life is all about and I'm willing to learn more from them. Recently, I received a forwarded message about children's ideas of LOVE. With their refreshing insights, I can't help, but appreciate more the lessons children teach us... C h i l d r e n can answer better than most adults when it comes to love. The question was "What is love" ?
The answers they gave were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy- age 7
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired! ."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your ! puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4 "When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry".
Oh, children are really adorable and I'm so lucky I have 2 ( my Chris & Jan:-).
Posted by Mitzi Lotte on April 02, 2007 at 03:15 AM
 Joey Velasco???...not heard of him until just recently, I watched The Probe Team and he was featured in their April 18, 2007 episode. Mr. Velasco is a Filipino painter, author and if I'm not mistaken, he's also a sculptor. It was his Last Supper painting "Hapag ng Pag-asa" (The Table of Hope) that caught my attention. The artwork shows the Last Supper of Jesus Christ with street children surrounding Him and not His apostles. We can see those children in his painting in the news almost everyday--- they are street children and they all look the same... abandoned, neglected and...struggling to survive. They are the reasons why I avoided roaming around the streets of a huge metropolis like Manila, because the mere sight of them always upsets me. Why? Simply because I'm so helpless everytime I see them. I feel pangs of guilt. How could life be so cruel to these creatures? Life is not indeed fair. The saddest part of it, they were not even given a choice from the start. With their increasing numbers, they became part of the landscape, part of the decaying society. Some people become used to the sight of them to the point of becoming insensitive to the plight of those children. Hapag ng Pag-asa painting conveys a message. The scene of the street children sharing the last supper with Jesus shows that there is hope. As followers of Jesus Christ, I believe that we are the key to give hope to those unfortunate children. Let's do our part. Let's be aware of the reality that there are millions of children who need help, just waiting to be saved. Reach out! Be willing to share! I believe in the power of sharing, for in sharing, you will give those children the strength and the source to survive. If you can afford to buy unnecessary things, then why can't you afford to share God's blessings and save lives? Your help, big or small, really matters. There are lots of ways to do it, if only one is willing to share. Let's commit ourselves to help continually, not just once or twice, but as long as we have something good to share with them. Now, I'm no longer helpless at all. I know, I can do my part in helping these children. How about you? As for Mr. Joey Velasco, I really admire him. For being a good instrument of God, for opening my eyes and let those children touch my soul over and over again through his painting. Yes Mr. Velasco, you are not just a painter, an author or a sculptor. You are a "heartist". As you said about your Hapag painting: "This painting reveals a story of greater hunger than a plate of rice could satisfy. What these children are starved for is love." I say Amen to that. Through the painting, the artist was inspired to write a book entitled: They Have Jesus: The Stories of the Children of Hapag. I can't wait to have a copy of the book. I want to know more about these children of Hapag. To have a glimpse of the lives of these children, please click on the link below. It's a documentary video by the artist and heartist Joey Velasco. Open your eyes and listen carefully to the cry of these children. Don't ignore their cry. Do your part. I surely will do mine... because I CARE!!! http://www.youtube.com/v/bzYgSJCPEtY Posted by Mitzi Lotte on April 25, 2007 at 12:21 PM
Let me share with you this moving (and controversial) song by PINK. It's a single from her 4th album, I'M NOT DEAD (2006), which was released here in Germany on April 2007 . The song is like an open letter to the "PRESIDENT". It takes a lot of guts for someone to write such song... and PINK took the courage to do so, and because of that, she became one of the few whom I really admire. Here's the link to view the music video: (listen to the song and let the video speaks directly to your heart. I need not to write more about it. The song says it all). http://www.youtube.com/v/ITZZ6-qCYIE&rel=1 
Dear Mr. President by PINK
(feat. Indigo Girls)Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
To a dear friend of mine and to all who need a friendly nudge and some words of encouragement... 
Don't give up your dreams or your dreaming. Don't let life cut your line as you reel in those dreams...hold on tightly...keep reeling...don't give up...grab that net...and if they look like they are about to leap out of the net after you've caught them, jump in after them, and keep on swimming, 'til you drown...but don't ever let go of those dreams.
To my dearest PAPA LEONARDO and to my dearest JUN... and to all men called FATHER, 
Thank you for being good providers. Thank you for your patience, guidance, protection, sacrifices and your great love. 
JUN, THANK YOU FOR BEING A GOOD FATHER TO OUR CHILDREN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I AND OUR CHILDREN ARE SO BLESSED HAVING YOU IN OUR LIVES.
 Reading an entry in my old journal notebook brought a smile to my face. It was written during my younger days - when I was still single... and long before I met my JUN. I realized that nothing much has changed since then. I'm still that same romantic girl, who appreciates and believes in the power of LOVE more than anything else...
"SOMEDAY WHEN I MARRY" When I was younger and growing up, I dreamt to have a very wonderful wedding. I will be wearing a white lace and satin and my husband in black tux, and there will be flowers, lots of them! But...when I was able to discover the mysteries of life, when I was able to fathom its depth, I've realized I need not live in a dream world. For as long as there is love, nothing else matters. As long as I love the man and the man unconditionally loves me, I would fight for him and die for him if I have to. I don't give a damn if he can't give me everything. I don't care if he can't provide me a magnificent, splendid, impressive wedding. I don't mind if there will be no lovely gowns, no sweet-scented flowers, no flowing music, no flushing attendants, no blinding flashes from a photographer's camera, no gold and diamond ring... as long as it's the man I love that I'm going to marry... and I need people who also love both of us to witness as we exchange our vows - our vows of love... of eternity. Posted by Mitzi Barong Lotte on June 08, 2007 at 03:47 PM
Remember Me <pls. click on the link (words underlined) - to view the video> by Lizzie Palmer... It's just a simple video, yet moving and has a heart-striking message. Thanks to my good friend Rebecca for sending it to me. The video urges everyone to remember the sacrificial lambs sent out to war. Yes, a lot of people hate them and even blame them... but they are just doing their duty...and they are avoiding death daily even if they have slim chances to win every battle they encounter just to stay alive and be home safe to their families. Let's pray for them. In war, soldiers are not to be blamed, but the ones, who send them out.
stop complaining...you have more than what you deserve. please be contented with what you have. you are lucky 'cuz you still have time doing those "not so important things" compared to millions of people who are moving heaven and earth each day just to survive in this world. give thanks to the Lord instead of being ungrateful for His blessings. | If you woke up this morning
with more health than illness,
you are more blessed than the
million who won't survive the week. If you have never experienced
the danger of battle,
the loneliness of imprisonment,
the agony of torture or
the pangs of starvation,
you are ahead of 20 million people
around the world. 
If you attend a church meeting
without fear of harassment,
arrest, torture, or death,
you are more blessed than almost
three billion people in the world. If you have food in your refrigerator,
clothes on your back, a roof over
your head and a place to sleep,
you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you have money in the bank,
in your wallet, and spare change
in a dish someplace, you are among
the top 8% of the world's wealthy. If your parents are still married and alive,
you are very rare,
especially in the United States.
If you hold up your head with a smile
on your face and are truly thankful,
you are blessed because the majority can,
but most do not. If you can hold someone's hand, hug them
or even touch them on the shoulder,
you are blessed because you can
offer God's healing touch.
If you can read this message,
you are more blessed than over
two billion people in the world
that cannot read anything at all.
You are so blessed in ways
you may never even know. |
...yes, it still is, because mother's day is everyday! We should cherish and honor every single day the ones who sacrifice a lot for our family. Mothers are the only workers who don't have regular time off. Last Sunday, the 13th of May was this year's official celebration of motherhood. I received as usual compliments from my family and friends honoring me as a mother. My husband gave me flowers and praline and my kids presented to me their lovely self-made cards (with the help of their pre-school teachers, of course!).  Just like any other mothers, it's flattering to be treated extra nicely on mother's day... but more than that, it's more fulfilling to be able to experience how it really is to be a mother. Once you are a mother, you will know the deeper and real meaning of unconditional love. Mothers are born givers. The moment a child is born, the "mother" in a woman is born and from then on, a selfless woman/mother is also born. Mothers have the ability to give and give without expecting much in return. A simple hug and kiss will do to pamper them. You can shower them the most expensive things on earth in return to their sacrifices and love, but no gift to your mother can ever equal her gift to you - life (being an instrument of God)... and themselves. To all the women, who unceasingly dedicate themselves to their children and family, I salute you...Cheers to all mothers! 
         Posted by Mitzi Lotte on May 17, 2007 at 06:06 AM
It's been raining here for several days in a row and it hasn't stopped once. Yesterday was a frightening experience for me while driving in the rain on our way home from Chris' soon-to-be new school. My husband and my eldest son, Chris were with me. I never thought we would experience yesterday the most dreaded HYDROPLANING or AQUAPLANING... Yes, I lost control of the vehicle and it was such a nightmare. I'm used of driving on wet and slippery roads, but yesterday was quite different. Everything happened so fast and it caught me off guard. We were on a country road approaching a roundabout, so I had to slow down. I hit the brakes and right there and then, aquaplaning/hydroplaning occurred. I'm not supposed to apply the brakes firmly, but I panicked and slammed on the brakes more causing the car to skid. It was a wrong maneuver, I know. I held the steering wheel firmly 'though and prayed hard the car would stop before I cause an accident...and it finally did. Good that the road at that time was almost empty. It was fast 8:00 p.m. and there was only one car behind me. Worst scenarios were then flashing in my mind. What if, it happened in the middle of a busy road... in rush hour? What if something really bad happened to us? What if... I fought against those morbid thoughts as I drove home. We arrived safe and well with a lesson on my part. It's inevitable to drive on rainy days, so extra precautions are needed. Accident happens so fast, really fast. I consider the experience as a reminder of God and I thank Him for placing us under His protection. Here are some Tips for Driving in Rain. Always bear in mind, drive carefully and be home safely... Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly :-).
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