On Reflecting Less….


Photo of Hannah Young


It is true, I was excited to ask Alpha for the schedule of contributors’ posts this quarter. I had become attuned to giving over mine a day or two before my turn, so that I could talk about what’s current with me, or with the world.

This is not one of those. I almost missed on this post and it was only by an angel that I remembered. Still saved by grace. I realized I haven’t written much online over the past few weeks, even though certainly a number of good things happened which I can be happy to let people know about, and daily I’ve had sort of challenges and confusions that I could have shared for counsel of online friends. But I haven’t this time, and yes I pondered on this as I write today.

Why the cut on my reflections? Have I become tired of writing? Did I feel I like losing my mysteries? Is it good or bad for me…what is this change—so unnatural to me who cannot get on in a day without writing—all about? And then, here’s what got—

I’ve been reading the Holy Book (the Bible) and Ecclesiastes Five spoke to me as it ended,

18 “This is what I have observed to be good: that it is appropriate for a person to eat, to drink and to find satisfaction in their toilsome labor under the sun during the few days of life God has given them—for this is their lot.19 Moreover, when God gives someone wealth and possessions, and the ability to enjoy them, to accept their lot and be happy in their toil—this is a gift of God. 20 They seldom reflect on the days of their life, because God keeps them occupied with gladness of heart.


And yes—I think I’m there, what this wisdom reveals. The point when you do not rush anymore and are not anxious about things going on. You just have the joy with what you do and are simply occupied with gladness of heart, twenty four hours long, even in events of tears… that you no longer count nor wait on the days. Every day you are complete and peaceful. And then when the joy gets full and overflowing, you share it and spread the cheers.

I am thankful to amsdaily that it has become an outlet of this gratefulness. Unlike many times before when I still felt deprived and insecure, I’d write arrogantly on my page and would like to let the world know how angry and incomplete I was. If you had been to that phase like life has owed you many things and you thought rebellion was the best weapon you got- you understand what I’m telling now. Your pen became a sword.

But hey, the pen should be mightier than the sword! It knows of honor above nobility, dignity over courage, and respect more than bravery. Though each is beautiful, one responds to a higher calling. The good news is, there is a time to heal the sores of life, a time to laugh about how you behaved, and a time to look up and smile, a time when prayer becomes your lifestyle instead of rebellion. And that’s where you start to reflect on, not too loud but with quietness and gentleness, leave inspiring marks on many hearts.

Before, I used to write in so many diaries. I still encourage that among my students, because diaries are good reminders of the past. But diaries are meant to be kept secretly, I’d add. And to an audience it is good to find an online page such as this to wrap up my thoughts and tell how great God is! This is the wealth I have received, my lot in life to reflect less but tell about good news more, a gift of God that I fully enjoy.

What’s your lot in life?  Have you found its meaning?


Lots of love,



Buenaflor Laoang-Rosete is a mother, freelance writer and a researcher based in Tarlac, Philippines. She writes her thoughts on her website Fragrant Lives. You can contact her via email atbuenalaoang@yahoo.comfacebook, or subscribe to her blog.