CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME

MARRIAGE

Story of Life : 'Til Death do us Part'

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.If you do, you just might save a marriage.Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. Matthew 19:6

Our Wedding Invitations ang Angela Janelle Christening

Yes at last, we are now entering our new chapter of outlives... me and my sweet loving wife invites you to witness our promise of undying and unconditional love to each other... As God blessed us with our cute little Angela, and the love we have longed for dreamt of finally came true... We seek for your presence to celebrate the Good life we've been and will be weaving for the years to come. I pray makapunta kayo to commemorate with us… Maraming maraming salamat po.!

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Missing you

My heart aches within from missing you,

My lips long for the feel of kissing you,

Right now all I need is to gently touch your skin,

To look into your eyes and see deep within,

Just one warm embrace,

Just to look upon your face,

Just one little touch,

From the one I love so much,

If I could gaze upon your smile,

For just a little while,

To know that you miss me too,

As I'm thinking of you,

To hear the sound of you breathe,

Knowing you'll never leave,

To see you walk up to me,

Then embrace you tenderly,

To just be with the one who's sent my heart reeling,

And brought about this downpour of emotion and feeling,

I sit here alone in my office tonight,

And pray that somehow this all turns out right,

I've never been one to do more taking than giving,

I'm not well off but I work hard for a living,

I've told you many thoughts that weren't borrowed or bought,

And in lifetime, who would have thought,

That I have found someone who was just meant for me,

I can't explain the magic or why this should be,

But there is one thing that I know for certain,

That this just ain't over till one of us draws the final curtain,

For I've seen an angel and I want you to know,

If it's my choice to make, I'll never let you go,

Don't know what life holds, maybe there's no reason or rhyme,

To think you may be mine in a matter of time,

And though I cannot touch you and we are now apart,

My Love, you do dwell, so deep within my heart.

Jamei Flor Adamos De La Cruz

- my wife's poem for me.. really love it day by day i just cant help myself to love you more.. and i really miss you so much.. I pray we could have a lot more time to spend on each other.. I know everything we do there is a payoff.. and we have planned this and and seems everything is according to it.. i love you more mahal

Ang “Ber” sa aking Buhay…

(Tribute to my beloved Mother)

Isang buwan nanaman ang lumipas, apatnapung araw na din ang anghel namin,ngaun ko lang naisip na buwan ng “ber” nanaman. Sabay ng paglamig ng simoy ng hangin, lasap ko ang mga alaala na tangay-tangay nito. Una na rito ay ang nalalapit naming kaarawan ng aking maybahay, buwan ng “libra” simbolo ng hustisya at pagiging balanse ayon sa Diyos ng Bathala. Isa sa hindi ko malilimutang araw ay kung paano namin pinasaya ang isa’t isa. Ang makulay na banderitas at ang aming munting handa na pinasarap ng pagibig at lambingan. Masasabi kong wala nang mas hihigit pa sa mga sandaling pinagsaluhan namin. Di kaila na iyon din ang buwan na huli kong nakasama ang aking ina. Nasa ika-unang baitang palang ako nuon para sa kursong Industriya ng Agham sa Paglikha (B.S. Industrial Engineering) ng iwan niya kami sa araw mismo ng aking kaarawan. Kasabay ng kasiyahan ang lungkot ng kanyang paglisan. Sa kabila ng apat na taon ko lamang nakasama at nakilala ang aking ina, ramdam ko ang hirap at sakripisyo niya sa aming magkakapatid. Kagaya ko ngaun, naituring ding bagong bayani dahil sa paghihirap niyang mangibang-bansa para mabigyan kaming magandang kinabukasan. Isang mapagmahal at malambing siyang ina, gaya ng iba, ulira’t mapagparaya sa lahat ng bagay – lalo na sa pagibig sa aking ama. Laman sa aking mga alaala ang mga pinagdaan niya, sa kabila ng mga kalungkutan pilit kong iniisip ang mga masasayang araw namin. Bilang rito ang mga sandaling ibinuhos niya sa akin nung akoy nasa sekundarya pa lamang. Araw araw niya akong dinadalhan ng masasarap na pagkain sa aming paaralan na tila’y pinupunuan niya ang mga panahong hindi ko siya nakapiling. Gayundin and mga nakaw na sandali nila ng aking ama na animo’y mga batang magsingirog na nagtatago sa kanilang mga anak. Datapwa’t hindi sila kasal sa harap ng Diyos, kitang kita ko sa kanilang mga mata ang mga eksenang “sanay tayong dalawa na lang ang itinakda”. Naruon din ang mga panahong pilit akong niyayakap at hinahalikan ng aking ina sa harap ng aking mga kaibigan at kamagaral. Dala ng aking pagibibinata, tangay nito ang aking pagkahiya at bansagang “mama’s boy”. Gayunpaman, kalian ma’y hindi ko ikinahiya ang kabuuhan ng aking ina.
Kalakip ng mga buwan nito ang panahon ng pinakamasayang araw sa buong taon – ang pasko. Paborito kong marinig iyong mga kataga na “your like a breathe of fresh air in a Sunday Mass of a Christmas morning”. Tuwing sasapit ang disyembre, naghahalo sa akin ang pakiramdam ng kalungkutan at saya. Lungkot dahil hindi ko naranasan ang magkaroon ng Ninong at Ninang, mabigyan ng mga magagarang regalo (kaya madami ang mga ninong at ninang ni angela), at dahil sa iilang pasko lamang na magkasama-sama kaming pamilya. Taong milenyo nang huli naming nakapiling si papang at ang nanay, kasama din ang kapatid naming si Rhodalyn. Isa kaming larawan ng buo at masayang pamilya sa panahong iyon na kung sino man makakita ay masasabing pinagpala ang pamilyang balot ng mga ngiti sa mata.
‘Ber nanaman, pero ngaun alam kong magiiba na ang lahat sa akin. Hindi na katulad ng mga nakaraang akoy nagiisa. Ngaun, akoy isang haligi at pundasyon na ng tahanan, gaya ng akin ina, labis kong inaasam na mabigyan ang aking magina ng magandang buhay. Alam kong maligayang maligaya ang nanay na nakikita niya kaming magkakpatid na maayos at may masasayang pamilya. Sa kabila ng mga kakulangan at pangungulila, nanantiling huwaran at nagiisa ang aking ina sa aking puso.

The Love of a Mother

It was a midnight struggle and the traffic jam spreads the valiant silence of the evening. She had her palm closed praying that the baby inside her belly is safe. Rushing towards the delivery room, she set aside the pain and agony of giving birth but instead lifts her faith and excitement that soon her angel will be in her arms. Hours ago, she was suffering from the dilemma of normal to a caesarian deliverance. The physical and emotional demand twinge as she knew it will be a half chance for her to live. Inside her she is without a doubt ready to take all the risk to see her beautiful daughter Angela.
As the Doctor advice her that she will undergo caesarian surgery, due to the loss of her body fluid, she immediately call her husband to take some strength to move on. Its was really hard for her, being far from him at the time she needs his presence at most was a shuttering feeling. How you couldn’t imagine the mixed emotion of fear and excitement was drawing near to her. Blood rushes to her veins as she feels the numbness of the medicine. her desire to see her angel makes her sturdy than she was before. As she felt the needle she softly pray that God may give her strength to deliver her baby safe and healthy. AS she slowly closes her eyes, a warmth tear fell on her chicks resembling the varied feeling of her dwellings.
With the eerie silence of the ward room, she woke up with a dimming unconsciousness. Hours had past and all she demands was to see the baby she had long for nurtured in her. With a lack of sense and the effect of the drugs she had taken, she fell in a deep sleep as if she had forgotten everything that happened. Suddenly, a laud cry awakens her dreams as the nurse go nearer to her bed. Its her baby she cried, time had pause for a moment to capture the priceless event on her life. She was delighted with a healthy, white, furry little thing she saw. Her tears were unstoppable. Despite of the pain of the wounds she incur she held her while telling her how she loves her so much and she was thankful to HIM. As she speaks, Angela was just staring at her face, as if she understands her mother. With her half-open beautiful eyes, she vividly listen to her mother’s soft laugh and the tears of joy.
It was a happy moment of her life! Room was filled with laughter’s by all of her friends and families who saw the angel that resembles her father. How she wish he could see her. How she prays it would be forever be a happy family. Reflecting her new life, she softly whispers in the midst of everything, “I am ready give my best love, to nurture them with my best admiration and my unconditional sacrifices”.

Jamei Flor Adamos De La Cruz

Thoughts to ponder!

In search of he true meaning of my own life!

It was late 12 midnight and I was still watching the National Geographic – edge of the universe. Turmoil and fear has built as wonders of the universe unveil. Realizing how perfect things have been created and being created gives me a blood-rush and sense of what purpose awaits human – as I, myself. God existence is uniquely undeniable. Thus, every matter has purpose and a role that need to be executed. Life is a painful yet joyful voyage and as I am now into my adult stage, I do acknowledge its complication. We love and hate. We became brave enough but fear adequately for the loss. Soon, this temporary world will be just another cosmic substance and become empty and there’s always a rise and fall as it begins to end.
As I reflect it to my self, I knew things will be changed. As I was a child becoming a father, satisfying the needs I have ponder for so long. Of course I am giving all the credit to my lovely wife, for giving me such love and passion. But still what role should I play for me to fulfill my existence. And I am looking for the answer to the incident I found her. Is giving my love and dedication would be enough?
Looking back where I began cling to me that I could find the answer. Being an oppressed kid gives me a good judgment of how I want my life to be. Yes, I have just a simple dream – to love my kids and adore the only woman of my life. Every road bumps I have face it believing there’s nothing impossible to the resolute and determined man. Though I was mishandled by my parents, with the help of my sisters, friends and my step mom I have defy the hardship to move forward. I maybe in the top of my game right now, yet I mug about the battle to surpass the trials. For all I knew is that it will not let go as long as I breath. Still, at the end of the day, I’m hanging with the thoughts of what God has called me upon. Is Angela (my daughter) and Jam (my wife) is the answer? Yes I say… Now I feel better about myself, fulfilled, gratifying. I couldn’t even describe the feeling that I have made my childhood dream. Not even winning in a lottery could portray it.
Then what’s next? I ponder again. I know the answer will come from Him. Right now, I don’t want to think about the world coming to its end. I don’t do my research about the global climate change. I stop planning of my future career for a while. Like I don’t hear anything nor sees the beauty of everything – except for the one thing – my daughter Angela. It gives me the mixed emotions of the whole thing. Soon she will be in her mother’s arm as well as into mine (though I am 5 months time away) it is the greatest thing happened to me next to I have found my wife. Now as of this moment I couldn’t help myself but to say it – for me having them is best gift I have received from God. Before long, my desire to serve Him intense more day by day. May we all find our joy, pride and true fulfillment.

Letter from Pia

This is my first time to received a letter (w/ graphics) from my beautiful niece Pia (paula mae)! And I’m really proud of her. She just simply surpasses her mom’s IQ, though she’s not quite an artist ( I have just added some color to make it more blushing.) but she’s the type that could go to places and a hard to get woman.

To Ate Pia,
I am really proud of you, and hopefully you’ll be a good role model to your cousins especially for your sister Nicole. We always knew you could be somebody so keep-up the good work. You know how much we love you especially your mother. Be a strong woman and I wish your happiness of life that could offer.
(hope for more letters to come!) miss my nephews and nieces…hoHu!