Perfect love casts away fear.

Love conquers all is what they say, but what does this truly mean? What is to conquer?

I have learned that the greatest thing to conquer is oneself which involves pride and selfishness.

Pride disables every individual and prevents him from being what he can be for God, for himself, and for others. The only antidote for this misery is love. Selfishness holds back another person’s freedom and happiness.

Love is the only and tear into pieces pride.
When this high regard of oneself has been set aside and forgotten, the life of love and completeness shall begin.

When someone learns how to truly love, he learns to accept, understand, be temperate and be patient to others, allowing others to be themselves and still being accepted with love and compassion. However, love is also fueled by commitment.

Love is when one sees God’s beauty behind the most unpleasing subject or circumstances.
Sometimes even in having an encounter with an unlovable person, a lover sees God through him and still sees beauty.

Love is the spring of contentment, happiness, joy, hope and peace.
Love produces miracles, because it conquers all the hopelessness, difficulties, ugliness and imperfections in life. It is true that there are three things that remain: faith, hope and love and the greatest of these is love.

Love goes on forever. It can never be outgrown.

Faith and hope will soon be complete, but love goes on forever. It will be and continue to be the greatest asset throughout eternity. (Just a thought)

SANDCASTLES (How do you want to end the story???)

Once there was a boy who lived by the sea and loved to build sandcastles on the calm seashore during peaceful days. A lot of people from all walks of life passed by the seashore. They became familiar seeing the boy playing around by the shore and happily building his sandcastles. He loved to construct different designs and sizes of sandcastles. There were some gothic in forms with tallest points struggling to reach the clouds with towering heights filled with many square holes depicting itself as windows where air can flow through it. Others were sprawled with merely two to three layers of piles with curved design on the rooftop befitting the rich kings and queens in ancient era.

He would sometimes ask some passers by to join him in making his sandcastles so he would get new ideas to add up to his designs. Some joined him but others did not. It wasn’t because they didn’t like him or sandcastles but because they were too busy making out with their daily schedules and didn’t have ample time to give for building sandcastles.

Many passers-by of his age whom he invited joined him and enjoyed making sandcastles with him. They enjoyed packing layer upon layer of sand. They would sometimes play with the sand, scooping the ground using their hands and hurling up to each other until they were filled with the tiny grits all around their face and body. Sometimes they would lie still and wallow under a blanket made of sand. There were those times when the sun was setting and some had to leave as they headed for home or for some important tasks waiting for them along the way. Some returned the following day but others didn’t. Nevertheless, with each passer by who had joined him, he learned new things about life and kept them in mind.

The boy enjoyed his everyday life and his playing with the sand, with his loving Father looking at him, intently watching him from the yacht as He pulled fishes from the net or prepared foods for them to eat in a day.

The boy got used to be with many passers by he would see regularly everyday. There were some whom he would barely recall faces, some he used to see but never got to invite as he was very busy too with his new playmates and sandcastles.

One sunny day, the boy noticed this new but not too unfamiliar face of a young lady, who passed by along the way. He would sometimes see her staring at the castles he made by the seashore. He didn’t know that the lady admired his brilliance and creativity in making sandcastles. She has never seen as awesome masterpiece as those sandcastles before. She somehow knew that it was the boy who made them all, as she would sometimes passed by and see him calculating how he could design or balance the crafts at a certain degree. She thought he was a nice boy but strange as it may seem, she didn’t get to stop or take sometime to come close at his masterpiece when he was around to inquire about it. The young lady must have a strange fear that kept her off the boy.

One day as he looked around examining his crafts, he noticed her in passing looking at his sandcastles. He started to notice her and wonder how fun it might be to know and teach her how to build a beautiful sandcastle. He would see her passing by regularly in a week but never got to talk with her. One day before he slept, he decided to talk to his Dad about the young lady. His Dad thought about what his son told him. The boy didn’t know that his Dad knew the young lady very well.

Once, at daybreak, he woke up early and went to the shore as he used to do. He started to gather pile of sands preparing to make a new sandcastle with a different design. He looked around the shore that morning and from a distance, he saw his Dad coming with a pleasant surprise. He saw the young lady walking and talking with his Dad coming up to him. He didn’t know what they were talking about while they were walking to him. He then recalled that his Dad remembered it when he talked about her that night before bedtime.

The young lady slowly came close to him and with bashful eyes, she started to sit opposite to him. She began to touch the sand he piled up, and was amazed by the quality found in each sand to be used in building a new sandcastle. There were pebbles to make a strong foundation, a fine one, and some rough, too in building up the walls and putting up holes in it. He started to introduce to her how the sandcastle is being founded to make it stronger and she was attentively listening. She was astounded in the beauty of making wonderful sandcastles masterpiece. She admired the boy even more and thought that the boy must be a genius.

The boy didn’t care what the young lady thought about him, he was just enjoying everyday what he was doing while playing the sand at the seashore. He got used to it as part of his daily tasks and enjoyment. He taught her a lot about what he knew. She also tried to impart some suggestions of what she thought could be best to make their sandcastle a more beautiful and admirable one.

There were days when it was windy and they would simply enjoy playing around with the sand, running and laughing together then sat down by the shore and continue making out the sandcastle. There were also days of squabbles over petty little things but didn’t matter to them at all. They enjoyed playing around with each other. And his Dad was watching them in the offings, smiling at them.

His Dad was pleased to see them enjoying as they were building a pile of sand day by day and working hard to make it a beautiful one as among the rest and yet different in style.

One day, as they used to, they went to the seashore. The boy was sitting very quietly while piling up the sand and trying to build up another layer. The young lady wondered what the boy was thinking, why he seemed quiet very much unlike the other days that have passed. The boy seemed not to be in a good mood to do the masterpiece that day. She thought he must not have been feeling well or something might be bothering him. But she kept quiet and sat there still, and thought it might be best to simply be there and wait till the boy was ready to speak about it, of what could have made him feel so bad that day.

She wanted to inquire what could be wrong but wondered if it was right to ask the young boy, since she doesn’t know him very well yet. She sat there with him in complete silence and looked away at the sea for sometimes, then looking back at the boy in his eyes and trying to figure out what could be wrong. In the midst of silence, in a sudden pace, the boy rose from his sitting and kicked a portion of the sandcastle they’ve made. The girl was speechless yet still sitting there and looking at her newfound friend. She didn’t know what to feel about what he did. She was left wondering what was going on with him. He wanted to help the boy but preferred to sit still and wait till he utters a word.


by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life!

-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.


It is so funny and creative. This is a love letter from a boy to a girl. However, the girl’s
father does not like him and wants them to stop their relationship and so the boy wrote this
letter to the girl… he knows that the girl’s father will definitely read this letter

1. The great love that I have for you
2. is gone, and I find my dislike for you
3. grows every day. When I see you,
4. I do not even like your face,
5. the one thing that I want to do is to
6. look at other girls. I never wanted to
7. marry you. Our last conversation
8. was very boring and has not
9. made me look forward to seeing you again.
10. You think only of yourself.
11. If we were married, i know that I would find
12. life very difficult, and I would have no
13. pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
14. to give, but it is not something that
15. I want to give to you. No one is more
16. foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
17. able to care for me and help me.
18. I sincerely want you to understand that
19. I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
20. if you think this is the end. Do not try
21. to answer this. Your letters are full of
22. things that do not interest me. You have no
23. true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
24. I do not care for you. Please do not think that
25. I am still your boyfriend.

So bad!!! However, before handing over the letter to the girl… the boy told the girl to READ
BETWEEN THE LINES, meaning only to read… (Odd nos.)

So.. please try reading it again! It’s so smart and sweet… It is better to laugh about our
problems than to cry about them.
………. cheers 😀


What does Love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint
her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”
Rebecca – age 8

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
Billy – age 4

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.”
Karl – age 5

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your
French fries without making them give you any of theirs.”
Chrissy – age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
Terri – age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip
before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”
Danny – age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of
kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss”
Emily – age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”
Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend
who you hate.”
Nikka – age 6
(We need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it
Noelle – age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still
friends even after they know each other so well.”
Tommy – age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”
Cindy – age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.”
Clare – age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”
Elaine-age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”
Chris – age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”
Mary Ann – age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old
clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.”
Lauren – age 4

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (What an image)
Karen – age 7

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”
Mark – age 6

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”
Jessica – age 8

And the final one–Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”

When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need.