How do you like your cookies?

How do you like your cookies?
Some want them crispy or chewy. Some may prefer those that are crispy on the outside but chewy on the inside. Still, others prefer a cookie with lots of spices and nuts. Sometimes we feel glad when they are presented to us beautifully wrapped in colorful papers or snugly concealed in a box to protect their shapes from being disturbed. At times, they don’t look good at all but once you take a bite on one of them, delectable filling oozes out from it. But, no matter what kind of cookies are given to us, we just chew them until nothing is left in the box. Sometimes, we may not like them at all but we like to try and get done with them all at once. Our struggles are the cookies in our life. So enjoy your cookies and manage them well.

A Woman of Intellect

I’ve known our pastor…female pastor for almost fives months now. The first time I learned that she is replacing our pastor gave me sad thoughts…I will miss our pastor. What will it be like having to listen to a new pastor who is suddenly taking the place of our pastor of nine years… what will it be like trying to get use of listening to somebody with soft voice when everybody got used of listening to a pastor who can talk with power and might. you see, our used-to-be pastor has a commanding presence in the pulpit…you know…tall, good looking, pleasant, with a happy disposition and most especially almost my age… he is in his 40’s. No I am not over rating him…that is how I see him. For me he is an epitome of strength and conviction. Then came our new pastor…my first impression…an embodiment of intellect and knowledge. She talks with exactness and tact…soft spoken and yet her words leave marks in the heart…a woman of intellect but does not intellectualize messages she convey. A woman of substance… a messenger of God, indeed…

Note: I won’t give the name of our pastor because she might not like it…but I hope she knows who she is.

Next in Line by After Image

My eldest son was just a few months old when this song was making it big in the airwaves. I continued my life as a new mom while the artists of this song continued raking money from royalties and all. Not even one of the words in the song hit me. It was just one of the songs… I guess. Heard today…gone tomorrow. That was 17 years ago. I’m now in my 40’s and I am starting to become so emo… (as what teenagers call it) about everything. What has life to offer me now that I am growing old? Am I really next in line? Yeah, I am indeed next in line. I am growing old. But wait, growing old depends on how you look at life. Being 44 is not stereotypical if you try to make a difference. It’s not difficult if you find ways to make life easy. Life offers a lot of things as we grow old. We may not look as young as we used to physically but we can always feel young not only in the heart but in our mind. Six years from now I’ll be 50…golden girl. My youngest will hopefully be graduating in high school, my second in college, and my eldest, about to finish his master’s degree in Communication Arts. By then, my husband and I can relax a bit. I can again sit in my easy chair as I listen to the song Next in Line, and probably I will then have a new interpretation of its lyrics.

What has life to offer me when i grow old?
What’s there to look forward to beyond the biting cold
They say it’s difficult, yes, stereotypical.
What’s there beyond sleep, eat, work in this cruel life
Ain’t there nothin’ else ’round here but human strife
‘Cause they say it’s difficult, yes, stereotypical
Gotta be conventional, you can’t be so radical.
Chorus:
So I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions we’ve got to face
For in this cycle that we call life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next in line.
What has life to offer me when i grow old?
What’s there to look forward to beyond the biting cold
‘Cause they say it’s difficult, yes, stereotypical
Gotta be conventional, you can’t be so radical.
So I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions we’ve got to face
For in this cycle that we call life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next in line
Oh-hoh, we are next in line.
Bridge:
And we gotta work, we gotta feel (we gotta feel)
Let’s open our eyes and do whatever it takes
We gotta work, we gotta feel (we gotta feel)
Let’s open our eyes, oh-woh
And sing this song to all of our age
For these are the questions we’ve got to face
For in this cycle that we call life
We are the ones who are next in line

next in line - after image