My sweet cottage

My sweet and beautiful cottage. Four generations of my family you saw us living within your big belly and I and my brothers and cousins were the last generation you taken in. I’m glad that I could meet you. All of us, even those members aren’t with us today are glad. You saw us growing, you saw our first steps, our first words, our first quarrels and you still carried on giving us shelter, anyway. You lived with us all of our happiness and sadness. Christmas will be always my favourite memories.  I will always remember myself knee down grilled chestnuts in your fireplace, watching my grandmother dancing around lifting her short arms and prancing hither and thither, going out and coming in. My grandfather bringing us one or two chickens or rabbits for our Christmas dinner and waiting for the rest of the family while we were singing Christmas carols.  My cheeks were always alight because of the fireplace. Joy.

Karekano [Anime]

Have you just watched the first episode?? Good Gracious! I’d die laughing if I could. It cracks me up and a real pick-me-up series. Do you need some time for recharging batteries? Oh, Gosh, this series is absolutely for you. I adore the first eight episodes.

In my dreams [Movie]

Have you ever stayed in front of any fountain and threw a coin waiting for your wish comes true?

What did you wish for? Did you wish for love?

If you did it, have you found someone new wandering in your dreams? Have you dreamt about someone you’ve never met before? Does is that person appearing in your dreams for seven nights in a row? No? Well, maybe you didn’t found the special fountain.

 

The right question.

I was working with a low salary. Five hours daily. Six days a week. We couldn’t have savings.

We lived in a small house which had another floor up it was unusable owing to the fact that this house wasn’t ours and because the house was falling apart. Winters were a horrible nightmare, we had leaks and every time it was raining we felt like the water was like big hammers falling down threating us on the weak roof of the house. We couldn’t fall asleep, our hearts pounded very fast with every thud on the second floor.

One year later after we moved into that weakly-built house, my husband got cancer so in the midst of tears, painful days, dreads and without knowing what will happen next day...

The prayer that I kept saying was: 

Jesus, can you change these things?

Can you stop this cancer?

Will you still hold up this house?

Will I still have food in my fridge tomorrow?

Can you stop this storm?

But somehow I found out that sometimes the best question is not, "Jesus, can you change these things around me?"  but instead God, can you change me so that I can handle these things that you made me walk through?

And I believe in these words and I know that He is changing me and that is making all the differences.