



Every woman has her own legacy. Nothing she could do to change it. But she can decide how to live her legacy, then pass on her legacy to bless the world through the next generation of hers.
Pembaca yang budiman,
Namaku Holly. Belum lama ini Gerry, suamiku meninggal karena kanker. Sebelum penyakitnya mengganas, kami pasangan yang bahagia. Mungkin Gerry bukan pasangan sempurna, karena paling malas mematikan lampu kamar saat kami sudah meringkuk di balik selimut yang hangat. akibatnya, tulang keringku sering terantuk kaki ranjang dan memar-memar.
Ketika Gerry tiada, aku kehilangan sahabatku, kekasihku, batu karangku, dan hidup ini terasa hampa. Namun Gerry tak membiarkanku sendiri. dia meninggalkan seikat surat untuk kubuka setiap bulan. Seiring bulan-bulan berlalu, aku menjadi lebih tabah. Bersama sahabat dan keluargaku, aku menangis, tertara, serta belajar mengenal dan menjalani hidup ini. seperti kata Gerry di surat pertamanya,
Ingatlah semua kenangan manis kita, tapi jangan takut menciptakan kenangan-kenangan baru.
Hidup ini memang untuk dijalani dengan sepenuh hati. dan rasanya nyaman juga ada malaikat yang mengawasi setiap langkahku.
Cinta sejati tak pernah mati...
Hi guys...! How is your life? Some of you may say it's boring...some of you say it's fine....some of you say "i'm depressed"....some of you say "i'm so busy"...and many more. But how is your real life can touch people? In this post I would like to share little of what i've got with you all.
Last year I went to an afternoon service at church. Mr. Philip Mantofa was the man who teach us about Holy Bible at that service. What he was teaching about is so simple but most of us never realized it. It's all about what you have done to service God. Most of us (realized it or not) thinks the main way to do it is taking part in church...the bigger we take the better we are. But that's not the answer, that's not the truth that Holy Bible taught us.
The main service in life is with our life. Will you touch people with a lot of services you've done but your never really leave your old man who likes sins? Can people believe in you when you took a lot of services part in church but you don't even take care of your study and your family? Wouldn't they ask what the God has taught you? To be busy in church? Not to study well for your own future? Not to respect your parents? To yell on your parents?
If you are like that please beware, your services will not be bless for someone else, but it will become just like any ordinary activities you've done. And the worst case is if what you have done in your life can be a barrier for people around you for knowing Jesus. Just like Mahatma Gandhi's story when one human arrogancy not let him get into church just because the color of his skin and that definitely made him get dissapointed, and then he never really become a christian although he has been interested and touched so much with what Jesus has taught in the Holy Bible.
From the deepest place of my heart, I'd like to ask all of us together to learn to be the witness who Jesus is start in every aspects of our life. Not just in church but start in our school, college, university, working place, family, friends..every inch of our life.
Lets not think about something big first, being the worship leader, the committee of church, ect. But lets start from the small thing...starts from every actions in everday of our lifes...even the smallest one, our family and friends, have a good study, ect.
Just like what had been written in the Holy Bible...when you've done with the small things then the big things will be handled to you....
Hope this post can courage you and help you to grow up
GBU all
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Wanita :
Cassie menunggu dengan antusias. Kaki kecilnya bolak-balik melangkah dari ruang tamu ke pintu depan. Diliriknya jalan raya depan rumah. Belum ada. Cassie masuk lagi. Keluar lagi. Belum ada. Masuk lagi. Keluar lagi. Begitu terus selama hampir satu jam. Suara si Mbok yang menyuruhnya berulang kali untuk makan duluan, tidak dia gubris.
Pukul 18.30. Tinnn... Tiiiinnnnn...!! Cassie kecil melompat girang! Mama pulang! Papa pulang! Dilihatnya dua orang yang sangat dia cintai itu masuk ke rumah. Yang satu langsung menuju ke kamar mandi. Yang satu mengempaskan diri di sofa sambil mengurut-urut kepala.
Wajah-wajah yang letih sehabis bekerja seharian, mencari nafkah bagi keluarga. Bagi si kecil Cassie juga, yang tentunya belum mengerti banyak. Di otaknya yang kecil, Cassie cuma tahu, ia kangen Mama dan Papa, dan ia girang Mama dan Papa pulang.
"Mama, mama.... Mama, mama...." Cassie menggerak-gerakkan tangan. "Mama...." Mama diam saja. Dengan cemas Cassie bertanya, "Mama sakit ya? Mana yang sakit? Mam, mana yang sakit?"
Mama tidak menjawab. Hanya mengernyitkan alis sambil memejamkan mata. Cassie makin gencar bertanya, "Mama, mama... mana yang sakit? Cassie ambilin obat ya? Ya? Ya?"
Tiba-tiba... "Cassie!! Kepala mama lagi pusing! Kamu jangan berisik!" Mama membentak dengan suara tinggi. Kaget, Cassie mundur perlahan. Matanya menyipit. Kaki kecilnya gemetar. Bingung.
Cassie salah apa? Cassie sayang Mama... Cassie salah apa? Takut-takut, Cassie menyingkir ke sudut ruangan.
Mengamati Mama dari jauh, yang kembali mengurut-ngurut kepalanya. Otak kecil Cassie terus bertanya-tanya: Mama, Cassie salah apa? Mama tidak suka dekat-dekat Cassie? Cassie mengganggu Mama? Cassie tidak boleh sayang Mama, ya? Berbagai peristiwa sejenis terjadi.
Dan otak kecil Cassie merekam semuanya.
Maka tahun-tahun berlalu. Cassie tidak lagi kecil. Cassie bertambah tinggi.
Cassie remaja. Cassie mulai beranjak menuju dewasa.
Tin.. Tiiinnn... ! Mama pulang. Papa pulang. Cassie menurunkan kaki dari meja. Mematikan TV. Buru-buru naik ke atas, ke kamarnya, dan mengunci pintu. Menghilang dari pandangan.
"Cassie mana?" "Sudah makan duluan, Tuan, Nyonya." Malam itu mereka kembali hanya makan berdua. Dalam kesunyian berpikir dengan hati terluka: Mengapa anakku sendiri, yang kubesarkan dengan susah payah, dengan kerja keras, nampaknya tidak suka menghabiskan waktu bersama-sama denganku? Apa salahku? Apa dosaku? Ah, anak jaman sekarang memang tidak tahu hormat sama orangtua! Tidak seperti jaman dulu.
Di atas, Cassie mengamati dua orang yang paling dicintainya dalam diam.
Dari jauh. Dari tempat di mana ia tidak akan terluka. "Mama, Papa, katakan padaku, bagaimana caranya memeluk seekor landak?"
And the Lord answered:
"Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her ?"
“She must be washable, but not made of plastic, have more than 200 moving parts which all must be replaceable and she must function on all kinds of food, she must be able to embrace several kids at the same time, give a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart and she must do all this with only two hands”.
The angel was impressed.
“Just two hands....impossible!“
“And this is the standard model?!“
“Too much work for one day....wait until tomorrow and then complete her“.
"I will not”, said the Lord.
“I am so close to complete this creation, which will be the favourite of my heart”.
“She cures herself when sick and she can work 18 hours a day”.
The angel came nearer and touched the woman.
“But you have made her so soft, Lord”
“She is soft", said the Lord, “But I have also made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome.“
“Can she think?" the angel asked.
The Lord answered:
“Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate."
The angel touched the womans cheek....
“Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her.”
“She is not leaking....it’s a tear” the Lord corrected the angel
“What’s it for?" asked the angel.
And the Lord said:
“Tears are her way of expressing grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.”
This made a big impression on the angel.
“Lord, you are genius. You thought of everything. The woman is indeed marvellous!”
“Indeed she is! Woman has strengths that amazes man. She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens.
She holds happiness, love and opinions. She smiles when feeling like screaming. She sings when she feels like crying, crys when she is happy and laughs when she is afraid.
She fights for what she belives in. Stand up against injustice. She doesn’t take “no” for an answer, when she can see a better solution.
She gives herself so her family can thrive. She takes her friend to the doctor if she is afraid. Her love is unconditional. She cries when her kids are victorious. She is happy when her friends do well.
She is glad when she hears of a birth or a wedding. Her heart is broken when a next of kind or friend dies. But she finds the strength to get on with life. She knows that a kiss and a hug can heal a broken heart. ”
There is only one thing strange with her. She often forgets what she is worth... ”
Pass this on to your lady friends to remind them how fantastic they are....pass it on to males you know. Sometimes they need to be reminded..!!!
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed that, as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. In about twenty minutes, she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?"
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," the young woman replied.
The mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity - boiling water - but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened! The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" the mother asked her daughter.
"When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
Think of this:
Which am I?
Am I the carrot that seems strong but, with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit but, after a death, a breakup, or a financial hardship, does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavour.
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.
When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate to another level? How do you handle adversity?
Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
Can you ever love me for me?
For the me that I am true and true
Can you love me with my imperfections?
Can you see me as I am and not as what you want me to be?
Can you ever love me for me?
For the me that makes mistakes and speaks without thinking
Can you love me even when I am unreasonable?
Can you see me as I am and not for the Angel you seek?
Can you ever love me for me?
For the me that cries when a stranger child is hurt
Can you love me when I am sad without me having a reason to be?
Can you see me as I am not as what I once was?
Can you ever love me for me?
Suatu hari sang guru bertanya kepada murid-muridnya..
"Mengapa ketika seseorang sedang dalam keadaan marah, ia akan berbicara dengan
suara kuat atau berteriak?"
Seorang murid setelah berpikir cukup lama mengangkat tangan dan menjawab..
"Karena saat seperti itu ia telah kehilangan kesabaran, karena itu ia lalu berteriak."
"Tapi..." sang guru balik bertanya,
"Lawan bicaranya justru berada disampingnya. Mengapa harus berteriak? Apakah ia tak dapat berbicara secara halus?"
Hampir semua murid memberikan sejumlah alasan yang dikira benar menurut
pertimbangan mereka. Namun tak satupun jawaban yang memuaskan.
Sang guru lalu berkata,
"Ketika dua orang sedang berada dalam situasi kemarahan, jarak antara ke dua hati mereka menjadi amat jauh walau secara fisik mereka begitu dekat. Karena itu, untuk mencapai jarak yang demikian, mereka harusberteriak. Namun anehnya, semakin keras mereka berteriak, semakin pula mereka menjadi marah dan dengan sendirinya jarak hati yang ada di antara keduanya pun menjadi lebih jauh lagi. Karena itu mereka terpaksa berteriak lebih keras lagi."
Sang guru masih melanjutkan,
"Sebaliknya, apa yang terjadi ketika dua orang saling jatuh cinta? Mereka tak hanya tidak berteriak, namun ketika mereka berbicara suara yang keluar dari mulut mereka begitu halus dan kecil. Sehalus apapun, keduanya bisa mendengarkannya dengan begitu jelas. Mengapa demikian?"
Sang guru bertanya sambil memperhatikan para muridnya. Mereka nampak berpikir
amat dalam namun tak satupun berani memberikan jawaban.
"Karena hati mereka begitu dekat, hati mereka tak berjarak. Pada akhirnya sepatah katapun tak perlu diucapkan. Sebuah pandangan mata saja amatlah cukup membuat mereka memahami apa yang ingin mereka sampaikan."
Sang guru masih melanjutkan,
Please teach me, Lord ...
I want to know
Exactly how to pray.
I need some words
Which ones are right?
Please tell me what to say.
I've bowed my head
I have knelt down,But ...
should I be upright?
I've closed my eyes,
I've raised my hands,Or ...
should I fold them tight?
Do I stand up?
Should I sit down?
Dear Lord ... what do you like?
Are lights turned on
Or are they off?
Maybe ... candle light?
Wear my glasses?
Take them off?
Be at my desk or table?
Should I whisper?
Speak out loud?
Do I quote the Bible?
What do you think about the time?
Do You prefer the dawn?
Should I pray fast, Or keep it slow?
Better short ... or long?
I'm new at this
What are the rules?
I want to do it right.
How do I know
You'll even hear
That I am in Your sight?
And while I sat there quietly,
Waiting for some sign,
I heard a gentle voice say,
"Oh, dearest child of mine ...
Do you think I really care
About the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up,
Or kneeling when you pray?"
"I don't care about your posture,
Or about the place you choose;
Just open up your soul to me,
I have no other rules.
Tell me what is in your heart,
And tell me what you seek;
Tell me of your sorrows,
And of those things that made you weak."
"Speak to me in private
About what concerns you most;
I know about your good deeds ...
You have no need to boast.
My child, you don't need lessons,
Just talk to me each day;
Tell me anything you want, dear child,
Anyone can pray."
Menurut tradisi, setiap tahun putri-putri keluarga Manchu dipanggil ke Istana Kaisar untuk diteliti oleh Ibu Suri. Yang dipilih hanya sedikit, dan mereka yang beruntung diangkat menjadi selir-selir sang Putra Langit. Mereka akan tinggal di dalam Kota Terlarang dan hidup dalam kemewahan, namun kesepian.
Tzu Hsi gadis yang tidak saja cantik, namun juga cerdik dan ambisius. Ia bertekad menjadi selir favorit, bahkan Ratu, bagi Kaisar, meskipun itu akan berarti mengorbankan laki-laki yang dicintainya dan mengabdi kepada seorang Kaisar yang banyak tingkah dan sakit-sakitan.
Di tengah kancah intrik istana, kecemburuan orang-orang kasim dan selir yang kurang favorit, bahaya pembunuhan terhadap dirinya maupun putranya, Tzu Hsi berhasil menjadi Kaisar wanita Cina yang terbesar. Namun, walaupun bijaksana dan penuh bakat dalam banyak hal, Tzu Hsi tidak pernah bersedia mengakui bahwa pengaruh negara-negara Barat semakin besar. Baru ketika keresahan pecah menjadi pemberontakan kaum Boxer yang mengerikan, ia bersedia berkompromi dengan realitas dunia modern.
These are my books in my desk. Not all my books. It just some books from my own little library. I start to change my reading from indonesian to english novels. I can't completely leave indonesian novels but i'm trying to reduce it as much as possible. And now i'm collecting popular classic english novels such as the lost world, pride and prejudice, etc. I dont know what's going on but i find reading english novels is much more interesting. And recently i hardly find a good indonesian novels. But i have my own favorite indonesian writer, Ilana Tan. I have read Summer in Seoul by Ilana Tan for a dozen times. It so imaginative.