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Priceless are the hugs your child gives you

Priceless is the joy which spreads in your heart

Priceless are the memories that float by

(Sheen-September 2017)



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Wishing everyone

  A Happy New Year

May our life be filled with joy

May we live a life of peace

Please God keep us from harm

And make every turmoil cease

(Sheen-January 1st 2017)



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Joy and Sadness

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We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?


Joy and sadness, so intermingled are they

From where the tears have come

What can I say?

My face is so wet, my voice does breaks

How do I check the tears running down my face?

When my heart is so uplifted with the news that have come

When I am so happy, stop ruining my day

Listen dear tears, do stop I pray

If you won’t stop, I won’t have my say


Joy and Anger

Daily prompt: Unsafe Containers
Which emotion(s) — joy, envy, rage, pity, or something else — do you find to be the hardest to contain?


When I am happy over something, I always thank God for the ray of Sunshine he bestowed upon me. Sometimes there are tears, and I feel humbled and privileged too.

Anger is harder to contain. I restrain myself from saying any harsh words. You can never take back the words again. I try to control myself when I am annoyed with someone. I retreat to the safety of my room. I start reading a book, and get totally immersed in it. When I am outside my home, I get up and distance myself from an angry person.

For my peace of mind, I forgive and forget.

Joy and Anger

A letter to Nola

Dear Nola, you are the best daughter in the whole world and I love you. When you came in my life years ago and I had my first sight of you, I felt extremely grateful to God that he gave you to me.It was the same with your father. You were his bundle of joy many times over. When you were a baby the first thing he used to do when he came home from his office was to take you up in his arms and swing you around. You would be all smiles. The years passed so quickly. It seems a blur already. I feel so proud of you that you turned out kindhearted, generous in nature, helpful and always doing whats’ right. You are a precious gift, to be cherished, given to me by God. You will be forever a part of me, one I relish.