<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106858307586556194</id><updated>2011-12-10T19:42:34.736-08:00</updated><category term='Personal Messages'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Days With God</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Quatrei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040983209104179398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106858307586556194.post-7465399109637491249</id><published>2011-11-04T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T04:43:03.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Standing Ovation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGZbzz4XnP8/TrPLiN3pxaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z_RNo4h3osU/s1600/522906_wheelchair_in_empty_room_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGZbzz4XnP8/TrPLiN3pxaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z_RNo4h3osU/s320/522906_wheelchair_in_empty_room_.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's a place in Lukban, Quezon called "Kamay ni Hesus" (Hand of Jesus). My family and relatives go there to pray once in every one or two years. Cool place, they have this hill like Stations of the Cross which consisted of 200-300 (ladder) steps. Although, I'm not sure why it always rain when we go there so if you want to visit the place, I recommend you bring an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just introduced the place and now for the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time there and it was also my first time to attend a healing mass. I used to see some of them in tv, where the healing priest touches the sicks' foreheads and they fell on their back (don't worry, someone catches them). Before you enter the chapel, you have to get some colored tags which indicates what kind of sickness you have. So I see these people falling around one by one as the priest touch them (I joined them the second time I attended a healing mass) but before that, the priest prioritized the 5 old people sitting&amp;nbsp;on their wheel chairs. One by one, the priest healed them and helped them stand up. Amazingly, all of them did, and all of them covered their faces with tears. The priest even let some of them to walk about 2-3 meters from their wheel chair to him. I was really amazed when I saw five of them stand up, walk and cry. But I was more amazed cause there were more than 5 of them... I wasn't able to count them but they were more or less 20 wheeled people who suddenly appeared and followed them. They just kept coming and coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for another chance for them to walk with their family and thanks for healing the rest of the sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpLLQZihci4/TrPNEEoSBzI/AAAAAAAAACE/S9ImApEIDtE/s1600/13537_104686046214492_100000192924511_129825_583013_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpLLQZihci4/TrPNEEoSBzI/AAAAAAAAACE/S9ImApEIDtE/s1600/13537_104686046214492_100000192924511_129825_583013_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kamay ni Hesus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106858307586556194-7465399109637491249?l=dayswithgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7465399109637491249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/standing-ovation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/7465399109637491249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/7465399109637491249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/standing-ovation.html' title='Standing Ovation'/><author><name>Quatrei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040983209104179398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGZbzz4XnP8/TrPLiN3pxaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z_RNo4h3osU/s72-c/522906_wheelchair_in_empty_room_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106858307586556194.post-7204554724695888551</id><published>2011-11-02T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:05:32.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Touch of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEsRP5kU6TA/TrFOXaKRMxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ypG9ocBOrAY/s1600/Glider_Swings_463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEsRP5kU6TA/TrFOXaKRMxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ypG9ocBOrAY/s320/Glider_Swings_463.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image copied from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://backyardgardener.com/gp/Vendors/Cedar_Store/Glider/Treated_Pine_Dutchman_Face_to_Face_Swing.html"&gt;backyardgardener.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was showing my newly created blog to a friend while another who was passing by and saw it asked me what it was. I told him that it's my new blog and its about God and his miracles which I have&amp;nbsp;witnessed or heard of. He was a bit silent so I told him, "why? you don't believe in such miracles? And he quickly said, "No!, I believe in them cause even I myself had already experience them". And here comes his story ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just 9 years old, a playful and friendly fellow. He was riding a Glider Swing with his friends. Two of them were standing on each side, moving the swing for their friends. Then he noticed one of the girls are getting a bit dizzy so he tried to stop the swing while the other was still trying to move it. With his effort to stop the swing, his right arm got caught in the swing's braces. It became dislocated and according to him, it broke in half.&amp;nbsp;He and his friends tried to fix it by forcing it back, and when they budged it back in, he suddenly fainted and was brought to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his mother were really&amp;nbsp;worried.&amp;nbsp;Worried how much damage the bone had and that it might not be fixed. The boy was aching in pain. He can barely move his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady noticed them and came talk to them. She asked them what happened and then said something like, "do you believe in God?". They&amp;nbsp;nodded&amp;nbsp;and said yes so the lady asked them to pray with her as she slowly touches and rubs his right arm. Strangely, the pain began to disappear. Still having a slightly numb right arm, the boy can now move his hand and arm, as there was no bone damage at all.&lt;br /&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;He asked his mother to follow and thank the lady but the doctor already came in to check the boy. No signs of bone damage was found. "Just a few bruises," the doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could the lady be. Could it be an angel, or could it be Mama Mary herself. All I can say is, he was blessed and healed for God knows of his good deed earlier in the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ms. Anonymous! (whether&amp;nbsp;you be an angel or Mama Mary herself)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't be afraid to help others, for God is always there to back you up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106858307586556194-7204554724695888551?l=dayswithgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7204554724695888551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/touch-of-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/7204554724695888551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/7204554724695888551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/touch-of-faith.html' title='Touch of Faith'/><author><name>Quatrei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040983209104179398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEsRP5kU6TA/TrFOXaKRMxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ypG9ocBOrAY/s72-c/Glider_Swings_463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106858307586556194.post-8046466133874198495</id><published>2011-10-31T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:05:13.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Cancelled Cancer</title><content type='html'>I attended a mass last sunday in&amp;nbsp;St. Mary Euphrasia Chapel, October 30th 2011, and unlike any ordinary mass, we had a sharing this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The priest called a lady who had been suffering diabetes for I think about 10 years or since she was 10. Every month she had to meet up with her doctor but a &amp;nbsp;month came where they noticed a small lump growing in her breast (in short, breast cancer). She already had an operation before but, unluckily, the lump came back. The doctor suggested the she meet up with her surgeon but she had to go abroad this month, and she did. On her next check up, they found out that the lump has gone much bigger. They had no choice, she have to undergo an operation to remove the lump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIkBHuMtFSQ/Tq5OYqLaGUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/75iIa6T9t_s/s1600/Our_Lady_of_Manaoag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIkBHuMtFSQ/Tq5OYqLaGUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/75iIa6T9t_s/s320/Our_Lady_of_Manaoag.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Birhen ng Manaoag" (The Miraculous Lady of Manaoag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;News came out that the "Birhen ng Manaoag" (The Miraculous Lady of Manaoag) was invited to visit the same church on&amp;nbsp;October 10-16, 2011. Many people had stated that they had many miracles with her.&amp;nbsp;So the girl and her family took this opportunity just to see her. Due to the many people who came to see her, everyone had to fall in line just to touch her feet and clothing. While in line, the lady keep praying the same phrase over and over again. She prayed, "please heal me", even until she got the chance to kiss and touch the&amp;nbsp;Lady of Manaoag. They didn't manage to get to her the next they though because there were much more people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Operation day, she was ready. She was already in the operation clothes (whatever you call them), and she was already lying in the operation room, surrounded by doctors and nurses. The doctor asked her if she was ready and she said yes... Later, the doctor went back asking her whether to continue the operation before they conduct the operation. He asked her something like, "do you want to continue with the operation, cause I don't see any reason to do so. We tried our best but we cannot find the lump anywhere."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl only had one thing in her mind, that there was something going on. She was healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Birhen ng Manaoag for helping her reach her prayers to God and healing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information about&amp;nbsp;"Birhen ng Manaoag" (The Miraculous Lady of Manaoag), please click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Manaoag"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106858307586556194-8046466133874198495?l=dayswithgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8046466133874198495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/cancelled-cancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/8046466133874198495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/8046466133874198495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/cancelled-cancer.html' title='Cancelled Cancer'/><author><name>Quatrei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040983209104179398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIkBHuMtFSQ/Tq5OYqLaGUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/75iIa6T9t_s/s72-c/Our_Lady_of_Manaoag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106858307586556194.post-1835286168547500916</id><published>2011-10-31T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:04:55.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><title type='text'>Prayers of Padre Pio (Tagalog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhpjFQxarkY/Tq5YhYFRuLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lmtxAD6MAE0/s1600/p-pio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhpjFQxarkY/Tq5YhYFRuLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lmtxAD6MAE0/s320/p-pio.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little note first before we pray:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Special Thanks to this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://y2kwiz79.blogspot.com/2011/06/mga-dasal-ni-santo-pio.html"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;. Found this prayer from his page. This is said to be a very powerful prayer. Hope your prayers are granted&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Personal Thought: It's ok to pray to Saints like Padre Pio, but we should always remember that they tell us to pray to God. They simply help us with our prayers to God and help us make them stronger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry for the wait. Here's the prayer below.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panalangin sa Kamahal-mahalang Puso ni Hesus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hesus ko, sinabi Mo: "Tunay Kong sinasabi sa inyo, humingi kayo at kayo ay bibigyan, maghanap kayo at kayo ay makakatagpo, kumatok kayo at kayo ay pagbubuksan." Narito akong kumakatok, naghahanap at humihingi ng biyayang......... .&lt;br /&gt;Ama Namin... Aba Ginoong Maria... Luwalhati...&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na Puso ni Hesus, sa Iyo ako lubos na umaasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hesus ko, sinabi Mo: "Tunay Kong sinasabi sa inyo, anuman ang hilingin ninyo sa Ama sa aking pangalan ay ipagkakaloob Niya sa inyo. Sa ngalan Mo, narito akong humihiling sa Ama ng biyayang......... .&lt;br /&gt;Ama Namin... Aba Ginoong Maria... Luwalhati...&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na Puso ni Hesus, sa Iyo ako lubos na umaasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hesus ko, sinabi Mo: "Tunay kong sinasabi sa inyo, lilipas ang langit at lupa ngunit hindi ang salita Ko." Pinasigla ng Iyong di mababaling salita, hinihiling ko ngayon sa Iyo ang biyayang......... .&lt;br /&gt;Ama Namin... Aba Ginoong Maria... Luwalhati...&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na Puso ni Hesus, sa Iyo ako lubos na umaasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mahal na Puso ni Jesus, ikaw na di maaaring hindi magdalang-habag sa mga nalulumbay, kaawaan Mo kaming mga abang makasalanan at ipagkaloob Mo sa amin ang biyayang isinasamo namin sa Iyo, sa pamamagitan ng namimighati at malinis na Puso ni Maria, ang magiliw Mong Ina at amin ding Ina.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aba Po Santa Mariang Hari, Ina ng Awa, Ikaw ang kabuhayan at katamisan; aba, pinananaligan Ka namin. Ikaw ang tinatawag namin, pinapanaw na taong anak ni Eba. Ikaw rin ang pinagbubuntunghininga namin sa aming pagtangis dini sa lupang bayang kahapis-hapis. Ay aba, pintakasi ka namin, ilongon Mo sa amin ang mga mata Mong maawain, at saka kung matapos yaring pagpanaw sa amin, ipakita Mo sa amin ang Iyong Anak na si Hesus. Santa Maria, Ina ng Diyos, maawain, maalam at matamis na Birhen, kami'y ipanalangin Mo na mapatuloy sa amin ang mga pangako ni Hesukristo. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Panalangin sa Tulong Ni Santo Pio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padre&lt;br /&gt;O Diyos, ibinigay Mo po sa Iyong Santo Pio ng Pietrelcina, isang Capuchinong pari, ang malaking karangalang makibahagi nang katangi-tangi sa pagpapakasakit ng Iyong Anak. Ipagkaloob Mo po sa akin, sa pamamagitan ng panalangin ni Santo Pio ang biyayang tunay ko pong hinihiling (PAUSE) ganoon pa man, ang tangi ko Pong hiling ay ang mamuhay nang naaayon sa kamatayan ni Hesus at ang marating na maluwalhati ang kanya ring Muling Pagkabuhay. Amen&lt;br /&gt;Luwalhati... 3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ama Namin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama namin, sumasalangit ka,&lt;br /&gt;sambahin ang ngalan mo,&lt;br /&gt;mapasaamin ang kaharian mo;&lt;br /&gt;sundin ang loob mo&lt;br /&gt;dito sa lupa para ng sa langit.&lt;br /&gt;Bigyan mo kami ngayon&lt;br /&gt;ng aming kakanin sa araw-araw&lt;br /&gt;at patawarin mo kami&lt;br /&gt;sa aming mga sala&lt;br /&gt;para ng pagpapatawad namin&lt;br /&gt;sa nagkakasala sa amin&lt;br /&gt;at huwag mo kaming ipahintulot&lt;br /&gt;sa tukso at iadya mo kami&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng masasama. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba Ginoong Maria&lt;br /&gt;Aba Ginoong Maria&lt;br /&gt;napupuno ka ng grasya.&lt;br /&gt;Ang Panginoong Diyos&lt;br /&gt;ay sumasaiyo;&lt;br /&gt;bukod kang pinagpala&lt;br /&gt;sa babaeng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;at pinagpala naman&lt;br /&gt;ang iyong anak na si Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Maria, Ina ng Diyos&lt;br /&gt;ipanalangin mo kaming makasalanan ngayon&lt;br /&gt;at kung kami'y mamamatay. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luwalhati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luwalhati sa Ama,&lt;br /&gt;at sa Anak, at sa Espiritu Santo.&lt;br /&gt;Kapara ng unang-una, ngayon at magpasawalang hanggan. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106858307586556194-1835286168547500916?l=dayswithgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1835286168547500916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/prayers-of-padre-pio-tagalog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/1835286168547500916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/1835286168547500916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/prayers-of-padre-pio-tagalog.html' title='Prayers of Padre Pio (Tagalog)'/><author><name>Quatrei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040983209104179398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhpjFQxarkY/Tq5YhYFRuLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lmtxAD6MAE0/s72-c/p-pio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106858307586556194.post-6847961248711457480</id><published>2011-10-31T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:15:14.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>A Clearer Vision in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rogdE4bzFJE/Tq5XgfndGEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zOhzJWHI0LM/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rogdE4bzFJE/Tq5XgfndGEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zOhzJWHI0LM/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capuchin Entrance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 23rd of the month, my family always go and attend a mass at Capuchin found in Lipa City, Philippines. I don't aways go due to my busy schedule, specially on weekdays. It's great there. It's so clean, peaceful and quiet surrounded by well trimmed grass and well plotted trees. (don't know how to describe them, lol). We also had our recollection there when I was in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XuHqAcfksLg/Tq5ZbdwQYlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4GkRTEsb6iY/s1600/1537537561_acadef6f00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XuHqAcfksLg/Tq5ZbdwQYlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4GkRTEsb6iY/s200/1537537561_acadef6f00.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capuchin Field&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They worship a saint in Capuchin, but next to God of course ;). The saint is non other than Saint Padre Pio. They even have a relic there which you can kiss after the mass. Anyways, to give you a brief introduction, Saint Padre Pio at his time suddenly had this wounded holes on his palms and feet for incident at all. Probably the same kind of wounds Jesus Christ had. He also gained God given healing powers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhpjFQxarkY/Tq5YhYFRuLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lmtxAD6MAE0/s1600/p-pio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhpjFQxarkY/Tq5YhYFRuLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lmtxAD6MAE0/s320/p-pio.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saint Padre Pio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, a man was called and stood in front of us and shared an amazing story. For years his eyes had grown weaker and weaker. His vision has become blurred. He already consulted doctors but I guess there might be no cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, he heard of this Padre Pio so he came to meet him (as a statue representation) and he told him something like, "I want to see you, If you could bring back my clear vision, I would devote myself to you and the Lord." At that very moment, his vison of Padre Pio became clearer and sharper. He couldn't believe this. He tried covering one eye then another and his vision of Padre Pio's face was so clear, as if he haven't been blind in his life. He quickly opened a bible, and he can read every single character in it, (and we know how small those letters are).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day, the man didn't just have a better vision with his eyes, but he also had a better vision in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Padre Pio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a very powerful prayers from Padre Pio, please click here&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/prayers-of-padre-pio-tagalog.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information on Saint Padre Pio, please click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pio_of_Pietrelcina"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information on The Capuchin Retreat Center, please click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.capretreat.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106858307586556194-6847961248711457480?l=dayswithgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6847961248711457480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/clearer-vision-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/6847961248711457480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/6847961248711457480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/clearer-vision-in-life.html' title='A Clearer Vision in Life'/><author><name>Quatrei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040983209104179398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rogdE4bzFJE/Tq5XgfndGEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zOhzJWHI0LM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106858307586556194.post-1088281268884436096</id><published>2011-10-31T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:03:39.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Something Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXoDh2Htr6I/Tq6WP0VzFII/AAAAAAAAABE/tKZiAlWEink/s1600/2nd_floor_hallway.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXoDh2Htr6I/Tq6WP0VzFII/AAAAAAAAABE/tKZiAlWEink/s400/2nd_floor_hallway.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had nightmares? The kind that it's like your last... I had them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time, I was in my college school. Behind our school was actually a cemetery (in real life). And in my dream there was a door to that cemetery. There I was, alone, standing in the hallway, staring at the cemetery, then a scary old woman in white appeared on the grave stones... I had become afraid and like most people, I ran away. As I ran through the hallway, its seems like everything around me began to&amp;nbsp;swerve and twist&amp;nbsp;like jelly until it seems like I'm drowning in the room as if it was eating me. I managed to wake up... barely. My eyes were wide open, but I cannot move my body. I tried to scream, but its as seems I cannot even make a tiny sound. It's been like a minute like that. "Is this what its like to die from a nightmare" , this thought came running in my mind. then I found the answer... I prayed... I prayed Our father, I prayed Hail Mary, I prayed for forgiveness, and I prayed Glory Be To The Father. and&amp;nbsp;miraculously, like how you would see them in movies, I managed to move my finger, and little by little, I managed to move again at talk. I ran to my parents and told them, they said they didn't any screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares are caused by either an untold reason or a fiction of our imagination. My imagination is a bit big... and I might've thought of negative things before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something, Imagination can be so strong, so strong enough that it can kill you. But there's something stronger than this imagination of mine... and It's Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I go to sleep, I try not to think of negative stuff... specially scary stuff...&lt;br /&gt;And if ever I get trapped in my nightmares again... I shout out my love for God! Just this month or last month, I woke up with my fists striking up in the air while shouting as I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might just be psychological, the nightmare, the slight paralysis and the recovery... but even so, I thank God because the thought of Him save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God! ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106858307586556194-1088281268884436096?l=dayswithgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1088281268884436096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/1088281268884436096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/1088281268884436096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-stronger.html' title='Something Stronger'/><author><name>Quatrei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040983209104179398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXoDh2Htr6I/Tq6WP0VzFII/AAAAAAAAABE/tKZiAlWEink/s72-c/2nd_floor_hallway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106858307586556194.post-6652255855527805134</id><published>2011-10-31T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:03:56.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Messages'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>This blog is about my experiences with God. This includes not only my own personal stories, but as well as of those which of I have&amp;nbsp;witnessed&amp;nbsp;or heard of. Real life stories which shows how strong faith in God can do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that, it is not how we worship God, it is how we love and have faith in God. I said "how we worship" cause we may have different beliefs but we still look up at the same God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, about me, I'm a Roman Catholic who goes to church every Sunday.&amp;nbsp;I am no priest and no saint. I am just an ordinary God Loving citizen who also makes mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: Some stories may not be that accurate. I'm trying my best to write them down to how I have heard of them and how I can remember them. And I'm terrible sorry about my bad English, I'm trying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106858307586556194-6652255855527805134?l=dayswithgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6652255855527805134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/6652255855527805134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106858307586556194/posts/default/6652255855527805134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayswithgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Quatrei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040983209104179398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
