Stories From My Garden: DS is Accepted in the U.P. College of Medicine INTARMED Program

Saturday, May 7, 2016

DS is Accepted in the U.P. College of Medicine INTARMED Program

Praising God to the highest for granting our prayers! Our son, Migs, made it to the FINAL list of 20 boys accepted at the University of the Philippines College of Medicine 7-year INTARMED program.

This is a dream come true for him, and all the glory is His! Thank you, Lord, and to all those who offered prayers for us and kept our intentions in their thoughts.

With this, we say goodbye for now to our beloved Ateneo, who has been so good and gracious to us all the way. You will always be Migs's second home.

Thank you again, family and friends.

For the greater glory of God! ♥

http://admissions.upcm.ph/SY2016-2017/2016/05/06/upcmlu1sy2016-2017/

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God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)