"There is no wound on Earth as terrible as a wound inflicted by a husband on a wife, or a wife on her husband. The marriage covenant is eternal."
— Visions from Heaven, Wendy Alec

Yes, I don’t find myself pretty. It’s not false humility, and I’m not  fishing for compliments. I think I am average, plain, and simple…and I like it that way.  When somebody does throw a compliment my way about my appearance I think them kind and sweet that they can see something special in how I present myself to the world. I thank them sincerely for their generous words because I cannot negate an opinion. I consider their compliments gifts from the heart for the heart. I do not think of myself as ugly either because I know I was made special by the maker. I’m different, unique, not perfect but most certainly a work in progress, and quite possibly with Gods plan…a masterpiece.

I’m ok with not being known as that girl with perfect skin, legs that go on for days, hair to be envied, a slender body, or a fashion sense to die for…things that fade…things that tend to disappear most especially when they have nothing significant associated to them other than being physical traits.

The beautiful people are those who I surround myself with. Family and friends…loved ones who I’ve grown to know, trust and care about. I yearn and strive to be like my loved ones. People with kind and generous hearts who are ready to help you the minute you cry out in need. These are people with gentle and nurturing spirits who concern themselves with your nightmares and/or dreams, who involve themselves in  your fears or failures and/or success . The beautiful in my life are the people who have left quite an extraordinary impression in my heart, that when I go back and revisit a memory, I smile at the simple thought of how they showed love to me.

But here’s an honest confession, there was a time when I filled my head with thoughts of wanting to have better skin, an ideal weight, hair that can catch anyones attention and style that was envied..I have since left that to the World to die. I have now brought my thoughts and focus to things that are more valued by my heavenly father.

I want a heart so kind and generous that peoples hearts get filled with joy. I want to develop a sense of wanting to be personally involved in the lives of those around me to let them know that someone cares. I want arms and hands that are constantly and readily open to comfort and support anyone who needs it. I want a smile (despite it being broken and awkward) to be so full of sincerity that it washes away the pain of whoever receives it (even if it were momentary). I want eyes (despite them looking fatigued) that can see what’s special in every individual. I want a spirit so full of love that whenever I enter a room I get to change the mood into something positive, I get to put a smile on someones face because they are comforted by a feeling that they know I am a friend, that they can trust me, that I care for them, and that I am there to let them know they are extraordinary and special too.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry once wrote: “What is essential is invisible to the eye.” I appreciate people who think that, at times, in the physical I can be easy on the eyes, but I will most definitely appreciate it more if the compliment was for what my heart is and will be capable of.

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…not quite there yet…still a work in progress ^__^

I ask you: “How many times will you pick me up, when I keep on letting you down?
And each time I will fall short of Your glory, how far will forgiveness abound?”
And you answer: ” My child, I love you.
And as long as you’re seeking My face, You’ll walk in the pow’r of My daily sufficient grace.”

Happy Fathers Day to the greatest Father… Abba God.

I’ve lost my Father at a very young age and there are lots of times when I miss him.  I was and I’ll always be a daddy’s girl.  Growing up without a dad was challenging but I’ve learned that I don’t have just 1 dad.

They say that your name is part of your destiny…you will eventually embody and become your given name. “Abigail” in Hebrew means “Father’s Joy” or “Father in Rejoicing”.  I’m hoping and praying that I am indeed my fathers joy. I may not have a dad who I can run to and show off my medals and accolades to but I do have a heavenly father who I am hoping to impress and please.  I am currently on a journey in discovering how much our God loves us, and with every little mystery about him unveiled, my heart wants to burst from so much joy.  I know Papa God loves me so much, and I’d like to make it my personal mission to let everybody know that they are immensely loved by God too.

Happy fathers day Dad! I love you so much! ^__^ <3 <3 <3

"I can’t believe that God put us on this earth to be ordinary."
—  -Lou Holtz

welcome to my life: "Not yet"


As Christians, we need to remember to walk in His ways, not ours. Sometimes we want something so bad, we cry and beg Him to open the door that is clearly locked, when He already has a fully opened one right next to it. If we just learn to listen to His voice, and put our wants aside, we will be…

It’s called “Choice”

Every morning I try to read 1 entry from Max Lucado’s Grace for the Moment.  It serves as my daily source of spiritual strength.  This is where I get my inspiration from.  On weekends, especially on Sundays I spend extra time reading and re-reading the the entries.  This morning I cried because I felt like I have read one of the best love stories in existence.  It wasn’t lengthy, but it was enough to make me understand how loved we all are by our Creator.  Today I am blessed with the thought that I am an original, creative, and loving creation. May you all be blessed with this thought as well. Have an awesome Sunday! ^__^

An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with God. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand.

  • Professor: You are a Christian, aren’t you, son?
  • Student: Yes, sir.
  • Professor: So, you believe in God?
  • Student: Absolutely, sir.
  • Professor: Is God good?
  • Student: Sure.
  • Professor: My brother died of cancer, even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is God good, then? Hmm?
  • (Student was silent)
  • Professor: You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?
  • Student: Yes.
  • Professor: Is Satan good?
  • Student: No.
  • Professor: Where does Satan come from?
  • Student: From.. God.
  • Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
  • Student: Yes.
  • Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct?
  • Student: Yes.
  • Professor: So who created evil?
  • (Student didn’t answer)
  • Professor: Is there sickness? Immortality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
  • Student: Yes, sir.
  • Professor: So, who created them?
  • (Student had no answer)
  • Professor: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son.. have you ever seen God?
  • Student: No, sir.
  • Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your God.
  • Student: No, sir.
  • Professor: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God, for that matter?
  • Student: No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
  • Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
  • Student: Yes.
  • Professor: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, Science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
  • Student: Nothing. I only have my Faith.
  • Professor: Yes, Faith. And that is the problem Science has.
  • Student: Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?
  • Professor: Yes.
  • Student: And is there such a thing as Cold?
  • Professor: Yes.
  • Student: No, sir, there isn’t.
  • (The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events)
  • Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of Heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
  • (There was a pon-drop silence in the Lecture Theatre)
  • Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
  • Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?
  • Student: You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light… But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and it’s called Darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, You would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
  • Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man?
  • Student: Sir, my point is, your Philosophical Premise is flawed.
  • Professor: Flawed? Can you explain how?
  • Student: Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
  • Professor: If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes of course, I do.
  • Student: Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?
  • (The professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going)
  • Student: Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?
  • (The class was in uproar)
  • Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
  • (The class broke out into laughter)
  • Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? .. No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable and Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures?
  • (The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable)
  • Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on Faith, son.
  • Student: That is it, sir.. exactly! The link between man and God is Faith. That is all that keeps things alive and moving!
  • The student's name was Albert Einstein. Brilliant.