Be Strong, My Spirit
Be strong, my spirit
for the Lord’s love will prevail,
and His will is of goodness.
Though mind cannot understand
or heart cannot accept for now,
be strong, my spirit,
for His love will always prevail.
Pain is only now,
joy is forever.
Be strong, my spirit,
His love will never fail.
At the end of suffering
is glory everlasting.
Though mind can’t conceive
the mystery of His will,
Oh spirit, my spirit, be strong
His love will never fail,
His love will always prevail.
Yna Suello - 07/15/2008
July 15, 2008 4:30PM - my Momsy Wowie passed away. Mary Catherine,
my loving best friend, my sister in Christ has left us. Now she has
joined the choir of angels in heaven, singing praises to God, her love,
her life. She is truly loved here in our parish community; so much! Lots of tears fell when the sad news broke out. Yet somehow, mine did not.
On the morning of July 15, as I prayed, I spoke to the Lord; my
tears, my grief - I was being broken. I was supposed to visit her in
the hospital that night, but my Momsy did not wait for me. On that sad,
sad, morning, my heart was in pain, for even though my hope fights for
her recovery, I had this part in me that told me my Momsy will be
leaving soon.
Strong.
My Momsy wants us, her loved ones, to be strong, for she doesn’t want
us crying, she doesn’t want to see us grieving. Her death is saddening,
but this death, her leaving this world, is her birth in Heaven. It may
seem that God has taken her to Him because her mission has been
accomplished, but I believe this is just the start. “I will be of more use to you in heaven, than here on earth,” St. Dominic told his companions in the congregation as he was about to
die. Momsy has done lots of good deeds here on earth, but in Heaven,
she will be able to touch more lives, protect more souls.
Even though Momsy has physically left us, in my heart she is much alive. She will always be with me, beside me, protecting me. She is now my angel.
After lunch; oras de peligro. As I encoded cash receipts into
the computer while listening to Cenacle music, I was getting bored -
sleepy even. So I decided to recite the rosary instead - with the media
player. After the five sorrowful mysteries, still my eyes were droopy.
What to do?