This Blood – In Honor of Good Friday

This song by Carman is probably one of my absolute favorite songs about the crucifixion. I couldn’t sit here and not share this song with all of you. It’s a powerful and very anointed song. God gave up so much for the sake of all who do and don’t believe…YET.

I pray you will be blessed by this song as much as I am every time I hear it. If you haven’t experienced the mighty power of the blood of Jesus, I want you to know that His blood was and still is for you.

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Happy 114th Flag Day my Amerika Samoa

For over a century, my beautiful island home has been under the protection and generous hand of America.

We have experienced many blessings and benefits from being “an unincorporated and unorganized territory” of the wonderful U.S. of A. It may not seem like its a good thing being “unincorporated and unorganized”, but as a Samoan I count this as a blessing.

Taupou Manaia performing their siva ava at the opening of the Flag Day celebrations.

Taupou Manaia performing their siva ava at the opening of the Flag Day celebrations.

In the Samoan culture, land plays a very important part. The ability to keep our land even if we give up a few constitutional rights (like the right to vote for president or become a US citizen) is more valuable than being an American citizen. Why? We don’t have to struggle looking for land to build our houses or have to answer to any one else in regards to the land of our family. It’s more than just land. It holds generations and generations of family connections.

Even though we are under the United States, we have been self-governing since 1967. This gives the Samoan people the power to continue practicing our traditional values and culture. The “Faasamoa” and “Faamatai” is still very strong within American Samoa even though it is slowly adapting to the modernized Western world. We are able to hold true to our core as Samoans, which consists of God, family and respect.

My ancestors were smart when they chose to cede to America during World War I with certain limitations, which I believe was to preserve the culture, language and identity of the Samoan people.

Senate President Gaoteote Tofau Palaie said it best when made this statement,

“This day holds special meaning and significance because it honors the wisdom of our forefathers when they entrusted, the hopes and dreams of our people to the greatest country the world, the United States of America.”

Cheers my Amerika Samoa. Manuia le Aso o le Fu’a. 

Fale Samoa with the American Samoa flag

American Samoa Flag and Fale Samoa

In Loving Memory of my Grandma Fou

This post is dedicated to someone very dear to me that went to be with Jesus on April 10, 2014. 

My grandma's face in the back though :D

I miss her. This photo was taken on my 25th birthday. She asked me “Aga fea e fai sou toalua? Toeiti alu a’u. Fia vaai a’u lou faaipoipoga.” (translation: When are you getting married? I’m going soon. I want to see you get married). I laughed and replied “Aua e te popole (translation: don’t worry) Grandma, I’ll get married before you go. I promise.” I won’t be able to keep that promise now and it makes me sad to know that I can’t. My grandma’s face in the back though 😀

Some people grow up not knowing their grandparents. On my mom’s side, I was fortunate enough to grow up with four different grandmas that were basically like having one. I was “the pele” (equivalent to princess, still am) and I was treated as such by all my grandma’s sisters living in American Samoa, which I refer to as my Aua grandmas. Grandma Fou was the oldest of all my grandmas. She was loving. She was kind. She was sweet. She was beautiful. She was wise. She was strong.

She was a phenomenal woman. She had such a peaceful presence that would flow from her spirit. My mom said she was the best at putting babies to sleep. No matter how fussy I got, Grandma Fou would put me in her lap, sing to me and po po me until I fell asleep. I spent most of my infant and toddler years in her house. Like my Aunty Julia (Grandma Fou’s baby girl) said, I was the first grand-baby they took care of in their house.

I  remember feeling loved whenever she’d greet me with a “Hi Baby”, smile and kiss me on the lips. I remember feeling safe when in her arms. I remember feeling joy every time I saw her because I knew I was going to get money or candy. I remember looking forward to going to daycare in Aua because I never really stayed in daycare. I spent most of my time with her and Papa Fu’e in their house because they spoiled me and I loved it. I remember our Fale family Christmases at her house. I remember family events and even random visits to Grandma Fou’s place just because. I remember how much I loved the relationship she had with her sisters.

The Fale Sisters - My Aua Grandmas. <3 Grandma Fou, Grandma Eseta, Grandma Lafo and Grandma Vai

The Fale Sisters – My Aua Grandmas.

I have no regrets. I loved her greatly and she knew it very well. I made time to see her and loved on her but not as much as she loved on me. She lived a full, blessed life and was clothed in beauty, humility, wisdom, strength and love. She always took care of her family and loved beyond words.

Life won’t be the same without her earthly presence. She’s rejoicing with Jesus right now and experiencing a blessed reunion with Papa Fu’e, Great-Papa, Pema, Aunty La’i and all her loved ones that have gone before. Heaven gained another beautiful spirit. I love you Grandma.

He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.” Revelation 21:4 (NLT)

 

I will miss you immensely.

I will miss you immensely.

 

On to the Next One

Closing the door on this quarter while opening the door for the next is both exciting and relieving at the same time. Quarter 3 seemed to go on for too long so being able to see this…

Oh the joy of seeing this !

Oh the joy of seeing this !

…is absolutely breathtaking. There are many beautiful things in life, but one thing I find absolutely beautiful is seeing something completed and done and not having any remorse about anything.

Sometimes I wish we had set quarters in life. So in that way I would know when to open what doors and what doors should never be opened at all. Unfortunately life is full of surprises. I guess this is what keeps life interesting. If we always knew what we were getting and when we were getting it, life let alone whatever opportunity or learning experience is behind whatever door we choose to open wouldn’t be as exciting.

Yes it would save a lot and I mean a lot of heartaches and hurts. What is life without the sours? It can’t always be sweet or might get sick.

Anyways, I’m grateful and eager for the 4th quarter to come and go. I’m excited for the lessons I’ll learn and the values I teach. Last stretch, so this should be fun. Here I go on to the next one.

Wasted Days

Nothing ever seems to satisfy. When I’m busy, I long for a day that I can waste away sleeping or lounging around. When I acquire a day I can waste away, I miss the feeling of being busy.

Most days I wish I could have absolutely nothing to do. As much as I love being around people, I long for solitude. Inside there’s a tug-a-war between my cravings for solitude and socializing. Naturally, I’m a social butterfly. I have always tried to deflect the title, but I can not escape what I am. I’ve learned that the hard way.

Sometimes I feel a busy day ends up being a wasted day. I get so busy with responsibilities at work and church. At the end of the day when I get home, I lie there and think “what did I do that was worth remembering about today?” Most of the time I come up with vague answers or nothing I’ll really look back on 10-20 years from now and being like “Oh yeah! I remember that day when…”

I need to learn to master the art of being busy but not to the point where I neglect the important things like family, building relationships and making worthwhile memories. Force myself to step back and absorb the beauty of what the day has to offer or the lessons that need to be learned.

 

Old Car Problems

I don’t take too well to car problems. Why? I don’t have a clue as to what I’m doing in terms of trying to fix it. I like to do things on my own so I like to be able to fix things myself. I have plenty of clues on how to fix everything else, but ask me anything about cars and I will politely say, “that’s a good question” and walk away. Lucky for me I’m Samoan and live in American Samoa and come from a big family so I can pick and choose who to call in times of need for free. (There’s something to smile about)

There are not a whole lot of people I can trust or turn to when I need help. Why? I am a type of person that gives my all to those I care for. I learned the hard way not everyone is going to be 100% on your side even when you’re 100% for them.

Back to my car, he really isn’t too old. Ten years isn’t too old to a human. I’m not too sure how old 10 years is in car years but I’m guessing pretty old since my car is constantly breaking down on me. I love my car. I have so many memories with him, but lately he’s been acting up. I’d understand if something went wrong every couple of months or so, but for the past three weeks something has gone wrong. Now I have to wait for who knows how long before it’s fixed. I’m praying really hard it’ll be no longer than a week.

Since I live on an island, there aren’t many options either for car parts, which means waiting for a part. Before that, I need really good, reliable mechanic to tell me what I need to get because I’m not trying to waste money and being fiapoko (translation: smart a**). All the really good mechanics are always extremely busy and take forever and a day. All the not so good ones aren’t even worth wasting time going to because I’ll end up just taking it to one of the really good ones in the end and complain of how much time I had wasted.

I’m really hoping and praying it doesn’t take another 3-6 months to get my car fixed again.

Get well soon my big green baby ! 

Love Month Blues

Growing up as a Christian, I was always told either “wait for the one God has made specifically for you” or “Jesus needs to be your lover first.”

I can’t say I’ve had Jesus as my primary lover throughout the course of my life. Regardless of my flaws, He has always loved me yet I still feel lonely a lot of times. I crave the love of a physical companion. I won’t blame it on any thing else except the mere fact that I am human and created to love.

My love month blues have nothing to do with God’s love for me because that love never fails. It does have to do with my lack of patience and getting into relationships that for some reason always seem to fall a part and never fails to hit me in the month of February repeatedly. Personally, it’s more a month of heartaches than any thing else.

This year, I decided to not let myself wallow in my sorrows and do something different. I bought half a dozen roses and chocolates for my mom, sent cupcakes to the guy I’ve been crushing on and gave roses with chocolates to the people who have been great encouragements in my life. To tell you the truth, it felt so much better to give on Valentine’s Day than to receive. I thoroughly enjoyed the huge smiles and the phone calls of gratitude I got. The opportunity to make someone smile and feel special really turned everything around for me.

I realized love isn’t about what you get. It’s about what you give. ❤

Flowers for my Mama