“Csssshhhhh”

By Elder Justin Charles Baluyot

“Cssshhhhhh”
*click
“Csssshhhh”
*beeeeeep..

The sound of radio static filled the morning air in our humble little apartment.

Our mission president had just announced that General Conference this year was to be played this morning on one of the local radio stations.

It was “Semana Santa,” and all the radio stations wanted religious programs played on air to celebrate the event.

And the Church was to be one of them!

We were exhilarated! “Wow,” I thought to myself. “This has never happened before,” and surely I wanted to be a part of this historic experience, especially being a full-time missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

I wasted no time at all. I rushed to my 72-hour kit bag to grab the little radio that the mission office gave us, which was given to us in case of emergencies, and stuff like that.

For this occasion, I would definitely consider it as such!

I’ve never really used a radio before, at least the one which we had. It was one of those small cliche radios, the kind you see in movies. It had one of those rolly knob things, so that you can change the frequency, and switch from one channel to another.

“Hmm..,” my anticipation slightly deflated, as I wondered how we would figure out how to get to the right channel we needed. I’ve heard a lot of general conferences throughout my life, and I was pretty confident that I would recognize it immediately the second I heard it.

Game on.

“Cssshhhhh”

First channel, didn’t really understand what the program was about at first. It had a lot of loud sound effects, scripture verses, and things like that.

Took a few minutes for me to realize that they were playing “The Ten Commandments” movie on air.

“Nope”, next channel..

“Csssshhhhh”

Next one was a little more difficult. The program opened with beautiful music. An orchestra, and a superb choir gave an amazing rendition of “Amazing Grace.” It could have easily been the Tabernacle Choir at Temple Square.

Then the next song they played was another Christian song, but it had loud drums, an electric guitar, and I could easily visualize the choir starting to sway from left to right to the sound of the jolly beat.

“Yeah.. I don’t think that’s the Tab Choir..”

“Cssssshhhh”

I then spent the next 15 minutes switching from one channel to another.

All of them were very similar. All of them talking about Jesus Christ.

“This is a lot more difficult than I thought..”

Then finally, I got one channel where I was POOOOSITIVE that it was general conference playing. I was absolutely sure.

I didn’t know who was talking, as I didn’t recognize his voice. “Probably a Seventy..,” I thought, as I didn’t really know that many of them, lest recognize their voices.

The speaker gave a nice talk about Christ and His earthly life. I listened intently, and agreed with all his narratives of the life of the Savior.

Then, just before he closed, the speaker offered a prayer.
He began with:

“Now let us pray. In the name of the Father, and of the Son..”

“Ooops!”

I laughed a little about my comical misjudgment, and then continued my search for the right channel..

My search for the truth.

Then, it struck me.

For a moment, it felt a little bit like 1820.. if you know what I mean.

A young man, in seach for truth, from one channel to another. All of them very similar. All of them preaching of Christ. Some sounding even so close to the truth.

Which one was right?

And how would I know?

Gratitude filled my soul, as I came to a self-realization of how real this all was.

There are people in this world, to this very day, who are trying to find the truth, but know not where to find it.

Just like a young Joseph Smith, back in 1820, in upstate New York.

Or perhaps, like a relatively young Elder Baluyot, in 2020, in a small apartment in Bacolod City, with his right ear to the radio’s speaker, flipping through the channels, while eating a bag of chips.

How grateful am I to know the truth.

How grateful am I that WE know the truth.

We are not lost.

We know the plan we signed up for.

We know the God we worship.

We know how to get back to Him.

But more importantly..

We know how to BE like Him.

And that is why I am here, on my mission, that others may know as well.

In my Master’s Name, even Jesus Christ, Amen.

THE PERFECT PLAN

By Elder Justin Charles Baluyot
Philippines Bacolod Mission

Took a quick glance at my watch; it said 10 o’clock in the morning.

“What are other people doing at this time on a Saturday?” I thought to myself. Sleeping in? Eating Breakfast? Watching TV, probably?

Those actually seem like nice things to do on a weekend morning. But nothing compared to what I’ll be doing at this hour. I’m a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints! It’s time to get out and work!

And so, we did. We had our day perfectly planned: every minute, every second of this day. It’s a Saturday! The day of the week when most people are home. This is the Superbowl of all proselyting days. The Black Friday Sale. The Main Event. We had to make the most of it. If we deviated from our plan even by a few minutes, it could mean that we wouldn’t have enough time for another planned appointment in the afternoon. We HAD to stick to the plan. Everything had to be precise, like clockwork. Today has to be… perfect. And so it was… or so I thought.

As we started our voyage of a perfectly planned day, of no deviation, and of total and pure precision, an unremarkable impression came to me. One that, at the time, made no logical sense at all. It came to me in such subtlety, but with such distinction, that I could not mistake it for anything except and only as, the Spirit. The impression came to me in one word: “Joshua.”

With the most confused look on my face, I then, in a surprised and even unsure voice, exclaimed: “Joshua?!” This, of course, startled my companion. Questions were exchanged between us, and we’ve concluded that the only Joshua we knew, was the one who hadn’t been to church in the last couple of years. We’ve visited him at least twice every week to get him to come to church, but nothing has worked. Each time we came to visit, he gave yet an even more improbable excuse as to why he didn’t go to church the Sunday before. Missionaries, for years, have tried to get this lost sheep back to the fold, but to no avail. A lost cause, as many would think.

So why him? Why should we abandon our perfectly set plan, and risk our whole day, the golden day of the week, for this one man? I even justified to myself, that “it should be the members who should minister to him and not us.” And even if we did go, what good would it even do? It would only be another hour wasted with someone not even willing to change. It’d be the same if we just used our time talking to a brick wall. No. It opposed all logical arguments as to why. Why? This made no sense to me at all. Maybe the Spirit got it wrong this time. Yeah, maybe the Spirit was wrong.

Then, from the pile of my debates, and from the rubble of my pride, arose a calm, yet bold answer. “He is your brother. That is why.”

I then, at that exact moment, understood what it meant to have a “broken heart, and a contrite spirit.” With wet eyes, and a humbled heart, I knelt down, said a quick prayer, then made our way to the house of my brother, Joshua.

Many things happened to us that day. Too much, that I cannot put it all in writing. It is sufficing to say, that it was the best day of my missionary life as of yet. He not only agreed to come to church, but even worked with us throughout the day. It was eternally better than whatever “perfect plan” I supposedly had for our day.

Upon pondering this the following day, I then understood a principle that took me 23 years before I truly got it. It is this: “God’s plan for you is, and forever will be, eternally better, than whatever “perfect plan” you’ve made for yourself. GOD DOES NOT MAKE MISTAKES.”

I invite you to ponder that, for I know it to be true. I truly do now. To that I testify, with all the energy of my heart, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

For Him

By Elder Justin Charles Baluyot, Philippines Bacolod Mission, June 24, 2019

“I bet we’ll get at least 25 people at church today,” said my companion, Elder Wright, as he was making his tie. I had just put on my socks, when I answered back with a big smile: “Oh, I’d push for 30.” It was Sunday, the Sabbath Day. We were just about ready to go to the chapel. We were so excited for this Sunday especially. Elder Wright and I have been companions for 2 weeks now, and we’ve been working hard, as in hard gid, for the time we’ve been together. So hard, that I got sick for the whole of last week, still went to work everyday, but just stayed home for Pday, when my fever was at its highest. We’ve given over a hundred Books of Mormon, a plethora of pass along cards, and countless church invites to all the people in our area. The fruit of our labors, would surely reflect through the sacrament attendance today.

Every Sunday morning, our bishop has us send him the names of our investigators who might attend sacrament. He does this so that he can announce their names in front of the pulpit, and welcome them, as a sign of fellowship. We texted 20 names to him, that we were “sure” to come, as they gave their commitment they would, and left a note at the end that “Pero batyag namon basi mas madamo pa magkadto” Or: “But we feel that there are more that might come.” Bishop replied with: “Great job, Elders!” A short message, but to us it meant a lot. As we feel that we did. Do a great job, that is. There was an energy of excitement as we were on our way to church. It was as if everything seemed a little nicer. The sun was shining a little brighter; breakfast was just corned beef from a can, but it tasted a little better; when we saw ourselves in the mirror, it’s as if mas gwapo kami today; we dunno why, the world was on our side. Today was definitely going to be: Perfect.

We arrived at the chapel 8am, 1 hour before the service, just in case some of them decided to show up early. There we were, in front of our chapel, two big young men, chin up, chest out, with the biggest smiles you’ll ever see from a Filipino, and a Samoan. Just standing in anticipation to welcome all the people we invited, to shake their hands, look them in the eye, and just express our gratitude and love for them for accepting our invitation. 20 mins passed by, no one yet, but it was okay. Who comes to church 40 mins before sacrament anyway? There was plenty of time. Then another 20 mins passed by, and some people were starting to come in. But not our investigators. But it was okay, we told them service starts at 9am. Filipinos, they’ll probably come in 5mins before. Then, I remember, looking at my watch, the time said: 8:58am. The chapel was full of people already, but not a single one of the people we invited came. With our chins no longer high up, and our chests no longer out, we went inside the sacrament hall, where we were greeted by our bishop by the door. He asked, who among our investigators came to church, so that he can have their names announced. With a sigh of defeat, we answered: “Wa’ay.” Our bishop then patted us on the back, as if to give us a gesture of comfort in the little time he had, as our meeting was about to start, then he started to make his way to the pulpit.

We then took our seats, and the sacrament meeting started. With lowered heads, we just sat quietly, and started to contemplate on what a failure we were as missionaries. Usually, I’m always the optimistic one, when we have mishaps, I would be the positive Elder, and comfort my companion, until he got back to being the happy Samoan that he usually is. But not this time, my whole body language just exclaimed defeat.

“Not even one?” I kept thinking to myself.

“How?”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Why?”

As each minute went by, the more discouragement, and confusion just filled my whole being. I didn’t even hear what Bishop’s announcements were. Was there an activity next Saturday? Was there a meeting later? I didn’t know. Honestly, at this point, I didn’t even care. All my attention was on why all my efforts were going to waste. Why I wasn’t making a difference. Why I wasn’t the missionary I hoped I’d be.

The Sacrament Hymn started, and I was still indifferent. I was supposed to be preparing myself spiritually, as the most important hour of the week was happening, this is what we teach our investigators. But I had not the energy to sing any songs, not even the energy to open the hymn book. “What’s the point?” I started to think. I even started to boast to myself: “I work harder than any other missionary I know! Why would this happen to me? Of all people?” Then, just as I was about to begin another rant in my head, on how I was an exemplary missionary, and how I don’t deserve this,” I was interrupted, by a familiar face, my companion, Elder Wright, as if he could read my mind, put his hand on my knee, and said: “Stop.” “It’s not about us, we did it for Him”

For Him.

For Him.

Him.

I then remembered, why I was on the mission in the first place. It wasn’t to get baptisms, it wasn’t to get to say I was an RM. It wasn’t even to get people to come to church. I did it… For Him. And as I contemplated on that, my whole attitude changed. I started to focus on Him. His sacrifice. His Atonement. My love for Him, and His love for me. I then pondered on the words that we were singing:

‘I think of his hands pierced and bleeding to pay the debt!
Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?
No, no, I will praise and adore at the mercy seat,
Until at the glorified throne I kneel at his feet.
Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me
Enough to die for me!
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!’

I was filled with gratitude, and love, and joy. I was filled with comfort. I was filled with His spirit. I truly, stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me. As the prayer was said, and the deacons started to pass His sacrament, I sat there, just smiling, awaiting my turn to renew my covenants with Him. As the tray was passed to me by the deacon, I felt this strong impression to look up, as if someone said it to me, just as I can hear you, and you, me. I then saw him, Anton. Anton was a young man, who’s been inactive for close to two years, the 1st task I had when I came to the ward, was to reactivate him, and his family. And here he was, an active deacon, passing the sacrament, a worthy priesthood holder. An immense feeling filled my whole being, it grew exponentially, I can’t even define it. “Joy” for me, would be an understatement, but that the closest word I know of, that can compare to what I felt. I felt a glimpse of the promise in Doctrine & Covenants: “And if it so be that you should labor.. and bring, save it be one soul unto Me, how great shall be your joy..” At that moment, I knew that I was making a difference. That my efforts were not going to waste. That my Heavenly Father was proud of me. That He, was proud of me.

Whatever you’re doing, no matter what the result, do not be discouraged, nor dismayed.

Just do it, for Him.

For Him.”

 

Beyond the Frailties of Our Existence

I visited my college best friend who is suffering from stage 4 cancer in the hospital and was a bit surprised at the changes that happened to her in almost two weeks that I haven’t seen her. I was pre-occupied with a couple of wonderful things that happened at our home front that I didn’t get a chance to drop by.

Just a couple of weeks ago, she was saying that her hair was too long and that she wanted to get a haircut ‘coz her natural curls were showing. I told her to just leave it alone and I was glad that she listened, because then she was able to enjoy her hair for a couple more weeks before they all fell out after her chemotherapy. Her cheeks were puffed from steroids. Her amputated leg rested on the bed. Her platelet count dropped to 14—way below the normal standard count of 150. I could say that she had all the reasons to complain—but she didn’t.

She welcomed me with a warm smile and I knew that if she only could, she would leap out of that bed to give me a big, tight hug. I was humbled by the sight of her. Such a strong spirit who refuses to give in to the frailties of this mortal existence.

We talked for a couple of hours to catch up on things that happened for the past couple of weeks. Her illness has not changed her outlook in life. She spoke about her husband and children with a twinkle in her eye—proud of their achievements and a deep love for them that I could sense as she described their activities. We laughed about personal jokes and discussed things that we planned to do in the coming days. She is the same person that I’ve known for more than three decades now despite her missing leg and hair. I quietly admired her strength of character and faith in God’s eternal plan.

I came to visit her that day in the hope of cheering her up, but it was me who benefitted more from that experience as I left her room and felt gratitude for all the things I have been blessed with that matter most in life—health, family and friends.

May we continue to treasure the things that matter most in life. Let’s have the faith and courage to face our challenges with a hope that these things are but for a small moment, and that our eternal rewards go beyond what our human minds can truly comprehend.

Pleasant Surprise

I’m one of the few people who still play Candy Crush. I know there are a lot of other interesting games out there, but this game is something that I like keeping at. There are times when I get stuck at a certain level and can’t seem to move on for several days, or weeks (I once got stuck at a level for a couple of months!), but I just kept playing it; and when I was not expecting it, I passed! All I needed was to persevere and I made it!

I think that such is life as well. Sometimes we get into a level of trial that seems to be most difficult, but we just have to keep at it, and persevere, and then when we least expect it, we get to pass it—to our surprise!

Sometimes we just need to be still and let all the chaos around us flow. And we stand our ground. And remain patient. And try to learn our lesson from the experience. Sometimes we even have to close our eyes to concentrate and not let what’s happening around us affect us. And just focus on all the positive things in life and keep going. Because just like playing a difficult level at Candy Crush, we will one day pass it (trust me!)—even if it takes many days, or many months, or even many years.

Have a fabulous week everybody! Keep on  keeping on. 🙂

Wicked!! :)

Last night, I had the privilege of watching the award-winning Broadway and West End musical Wicked. One could easily be deceived about its plot because by looking at the posters where a green, wicked witch was portrayed, one would think it was about potions and magic spells similar to Harry Potter.

I was pleasantly surprised to find out it was about something much, much deeper than that. It was about being accepting of other people who are different from us. It was about loyalty and friendship. It was about tolerance. It was about defying the odds and focusing on our individual talents. It was about love.

I guess I needed to see that show last night. Someone pointed out to me this morning that people have their own different ways of dealing with things and what works for me might not work for another, and that I have to be respectful of that. Point very well taken.

And so I wanted to share that with all of you today. Let’s remind ourselves every time we are tempted to judge other people that we are all unique individuals. Oftentimes, there are no right or wrong ways. We just need to be accepting and allow others to grow at their own pace and by their own means.

As the Beatles say, “Love is all we need.”

A very happy advanced Valentine’s Day everybody!! Here’s wishing you all lots of love on that day and always!!! 🙂 ❤

*hugs and kisses*

Never Give Up!!

So, I said I was gonna be back, but it’s been over a year and I haven’t written anything on this blog. Yet today, I got a nudge from a dear friend encouraging me to start writing again. I told him I would make it as a goal in 2017, so here I am, trying once more to pour my thoughts out through the written language. And I hope this time, I can make it work—consistently.

Isn’t that how life really works? We set ideal goals and we imagine how things will turn out for us if only things were perfect? And then real life happens and we sometimes find ourselves lost and our ideal goals unachieved.

But I believe there is a time and a season to every purpose under the heavens, as the scriptures say. We might not achieve our ideal goals at the time that we want to attain them due to various reasons, but we shouldn’t give up. We should never give up! We should just keep trying—especially if our goals are righteous ones.

Most recently, the Miss Universe pageant was held in the Philippines and the reigning Miss Universe joined the local beauty pageant multiple times before she finally won. She persisted and didn’t give in to discouragement despite all the negative things people were saying to dampen her spirit. She just kept coming back and worked harder each time. Finally, after three tries, she achieved her goal and left everyone a lesson about perseverance that is worthy of emulation.

We can be like her.  In our diverse situations in life where we sometimes feel like we failed, we can always get up and keep trying to achieve our worthy goals—again, and again, and again. Even if it takes forever.

Have a great week ahead everybody!! 🙂  Talk to you soon!!! 🙂

Keeping on…

There sometimes comes a point in our lives when we get discouraged and quit doing some of the noteworthy things we’re doing, thinking that they might just be a waste of time. And then sometimes, out of the blue, by some stroke of fate, a stranger comes up to us and encourages us to dust our shoes off, get back on our feet, and keep going. The words of an ancient apostle ring true: “Be not weary in well doing.” And so I will try to write again! 🙂 Wheeee!! 🙂 THANK YOU, Art, for knocking on my car window that day and encouraging me! My heart is filled with gratitude for you! 🙂 * – * – * Life has been quite interesting for me lately. I got into a myriad of challenges that I thought were pretty intense, until I had the opportunity to sit down and listen to an old friend’s troubles and mine immediately shrunk and suddenly seemed so trivial. I guess it’s Father’s way of comforting me and making me feel more grateful for all the blessings that I have. So, I got up and brushed it off, shrugged my shoulders and told myself to carry on. C’est la vie!! 🙂 We can choose to be happy! We can choose to appreciate the rainbow after the rain!! And to look forward to the sunrise after the dawn!! Life is meant to be a test, yet we are designed to be happy while we are here on earth! (Yes, despite all the trials 🙂 ) Let us all strive to live up to our potential and be the best that we can be—no matter what our circumstances are. As I always say—we just need to keep on keeping on! 🙂 Have a fabulous week everybody! It feels good to be back! 🙂

Rainbow after the Rain

In 2009, when typhoon Ondoy devastated cities and towns (including mine) with unprecedented number of deaths in Metro Manila, I thought I already saw the worst—and then came typhoon Yolanda.

Super typhoon Yolanda (International Name: Haiyan) was declared as an “Extremely Catastrophic Super Typhoon” by the Philippine Atmospheric, Geophysical and Astronomical Services Administration (PAGASA) a few days before it made its landfall in Central Philippines on November 8, 2013. At its peak wind gusting up to 380kph (235mph), it registered as a Category 5 Hurricane in the Saffir-Simpson Scale and was declared the fourth most intense tropical storm ever recorded and the strongest to ever hit land.

As we watched from a distance here in Manila how the affected families rose above the situation—with an estimated death toll of 5,632 (as of this writing and climbing), damage to properties and agriculture amounting to PHP 30.8 billion, many missing members of families, children’s education standing at a halt, people sleeping on the streets after losing their homes with no food and water for many days—we cannot help but reach out to find ways on where we can extend assistance and provide support and comfort, even from afar.

I had the privilege of volunteering for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in their effort to donate 10,000 personal hygiene kits and 10,000 food kits from Manila to the survivors of the calamity a couple of days after the typhoon hit.  A total of 1,500 volunteers from different ages, races, and backgrounds came to the Aurora and Quirino meetinghouses to repack goods which were afterward picked up by Alagang Kapatid Foundation and the Philippine Navy for distribution to different parts of Leyte.

I also had the opportunity to assist in the interview of the first batch of missionary survivors who were evacuated from Tacloban to Manila and to listen in as they shared their individual stories that helped increase my faith in God and in the goodness of the human race.

Despite the bitter pain and trauma that most of the survivors experienced, they were extremely grateful that they survived the ordeal and that their lives were miraculously spared. Most of them lost all of their material possessions, but they were still very thankful that the most important of all their possessions were still with them—their families.

In this season of Thanksgiving, may we remember the things that matter most in our lives and have the heart to share some of ourselves—be it our time or material possessions—to those who are in need. Many lives have been lost and even more lives have been changed by this recent calamity. We are in a position to help lift heads that hang down and provide comfort to those who are in need of comfort. May we find time to reach out and offer a helping hand. As we do so, I know we will find joy in our hearts that no amount of money can buy and appropriately express our thanksgiving for all the blessings that we have.

The Importance of Family Get-togethers

I love spending time with my family. Even if my siblings and I already have our own families, we always spend long vacations together or just hang out on Sundays at my Dad’s place. It’s a great way to stay connected and in touch with each family member. Families are forever! 🙂

Moving on…

I was balancing my budget for the month and paused when I saw the entry “school bus” from the list. This entry is for the monthly payment of my son’s school bus fee, and since he would already be graduating from high school this month, then I would have already made my very last school bus payment for the rest of my life! I had mixed emotions about this—relief because it was one less bill to pay, but at the same time I felt nostalgic as I realized how fast time really flies. There is no turning back. My son (I originally wrote “baby” here) is growing up fast and there is no way I could stop it from happening.

Yet such is life, as I always say. We move on and progress from one phase to the next. This is an eternal principle that we must all go through. We cannot remain stuck in one place and expect growth that way. We should be ever learning, ever seeking for something better than we were yesterday. Life is a journey and I believe that every day is a chance for a new beginning.

As I see my children grow up and explore new things in life, I sometimes fear the thought that we wouldn’t be as close as we were before. Letting them go seems to be a sad and uncomfortable thing to do, but I know it must be done. This way they can find their own spots under the sun and bless the lives of those they come across with. I will not hold them back knowing what wonderful people they have become. It’s such a privilege to have been given a chance to raise them as their mom. I am very proud of both of them and grateful for the opportunity given me to have been part of their lives. They have taught me many things, above all, how to give and receive unconditional love. I thank our Father in Heaven for all His blessings and for helping me raise them up. Having them has been the greatest joy and priceless blessing of my life.

And now on to more adventures in life!

Have a fabulous week everybody!!! 🙂

Happy Valentine’s Day!!! :)

It’s my first post in 2013 and it’s Valentine’s Day!!! 🙂 A lot of people in the world are celebrating this special day. I just feel like sharing the love with everybody today.

No matter where you are… Whatever language you speak… Whatever color of skin or hair you have… I want to wish you all a very happy Valentine’s Day!!

Let us share this day with people we love—our family, our friends. And if we feel like we don’t have anybody, remember there’s One up there who loves us so much more than we will ever comprehend.

Have a fabulous Valentine’s Day everybody!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

An Unexpected Gift

Christmas is a time our hearts turn to the Savior Jesus Christ. This is a true story of one woman’s experience as she learns that the Lord loves us and knows our specific circumstances.

Fearless Leadership

Two days ago, I was requested to participate in a series of corporate training called the “Fearless Leadership Program.” At first I thought it was a waste of my time. I was already being pulled in many different directions and I thought that one more training—with many succeeding sessions—was too much for me to bear. I thought I had more important things to do, but I was wrong.

I didn’t know what to expect from the training. The title itself sparked my curiosity. Fearless Leadership. Will they be providing a lecture on how to become fierce in implementing mandates from executive management? Or teach us how to be tougher or more strict towards our team members? I couldn’t wait to attend and find out.

All my qualms were quenched after the first session. To my surprise, it wasn’t at all what I thought it would be. The initial session focused on understanding our entire lives—from childhood to present—and analyzing situations that happened in the past that influence the kind of persons we are today. I was very uncomfortable at first. I didn’t want to reveal some things about the past—my childhood, my family, my experiences—that I’ve always kept hidden, even from myself. But as I saw how the other participants opened themselves up and shared their experiences freely, I allowed myself to open up and share my experiences as well. By doing so, I was able to understand myself a little bit more—why my priorities are such; what motivates me; why I react to certain situations the way I do. It was, I should say, a liberating experience.

As I listened to the stories that were shared that afternoon, I learned that people have common experiences—albeit different scenarios—that either make them or break them. In most instances, seemingly negative experiences that each participant overcame brought about success beyond what they expected or imagined. Those who thrived during the trying moments came out victorious as they looked at their previous challenges as stepping stones instead of stumbling blocks.

Some of us may be in a similar situation today. Some may be struggling to overcome certain challenges that may appear to be too negative at the moment. Let us keep in mind that these circumstances are temporary and if we gather the courage to overcome, we can look forward to that day when we could look back and stand, having a better perspective that these things will be for our own good.

Enjoy the rest of the week everybody! And remember, there’s always a rainbow after the rain! 🙂

Cheering Section

This clip made me laugh. I’m my children’s “Number Zero Fan” and sometimes they get embarrassed to hear me cheer them on like this from the sidelines. I guess family members are the best cheer leaders! Enjoy the clip!