Day 53 – A picture of you listening to music

Listening to ”Heaven is for Real

There is nothing in my life that makes me happier than playing or making my own music and becoming one with the soul and emotion I am portraying, for I am the music, and it is me. Music to me crosses all borders and reaches in where sometimes people cannot. It seems to be the container of memory, a song puts me in a place, and there are many places I don’t mind returning to.

Listening to music is the most spiritual, most emotion-filled thing in the world. There is nothing more relaxing and enlightening than listening or playing music and the raw emotion it portrays is beautiful.  It can portray the greatest of sadness and the most wonderful happiness at the same time, depending on who is listening to it.

Music to me is a food to my ears.  It usually transports me to my past but sometimes to that imaginary place where I would like to be. I really love MUSIC because when I listen to a melody, I feel good or something different especially when I can relate into it. My body resonates impelling me to express joy by swaying or singing or even by thinking both of which stem from the added good energy. It really brings me great happiness and serenity, and I love everything about it. Music is my medicine, music is my life!



Day 52 – A picture of yourself celebrating for getting this far

I am under vows to you, O God; I will present my thank offerings to you. For you have delivered me from death and my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.  Heavenly Father, I give back all the glory and honor to you. I give You thanks for all You have done. Especially for the gift of Jesus, Your Son. For beauty in nature, Your glory we see, for joy and health, friends and family, for daily provision, Your mercy and care. And most of all, thank You Heavenly Father  for the knowledge you have bestowed upon me by doing this blog. So today I offer this response of praise with a promise to follow You all of my days.


Day 24 – A picture of your favorite memory


I hate when I’m asked to pick my favorite memory. It’s tough to pick just one. But being with my family is my most favorite memory!

A picture says a thousand words, right?

I simply love them  so much. They are my hidden treasure that I keep locked deep within the storehouse of my soul. They keep my heart warm when I am lonely. They are like a blanket that keeps me warm in a lone cold starry night. When I  look up at the glittery stars and remember those forgotten smile. Then it dawns on me, that the blanket itself has many memories woven into threads. All these threads of small memories suddenly sum up moments of laughter, tears, pride and joy in my life.