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One day, I woke up early in the morning to watch the sunrise. Ah the beauty of God’s creation is beyond description. As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work. As I sit there, I felt the Lord’s presence with me, He asked me, He asked me. “Do You love me? “ I answered, “Of course God! You are my Lord and Savior”. Then He asked. “If you were physically handicapped, would you still love me?” I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and wondered how many things I couldn’t be able to do the things that I took for granted. And I answered. “It would be tough Lord but I would still love You.” Then the Lord said. “If you were blind, would you still love me? How could I love something without being able to see it? Then I cought of all the blind people in the world and how many of them still loved God and His creation. So I answered. “It’s hard to think of it, but I would still love You.” The Lord then asked me. “If you were deaf you still listen to my Word?” How could I listen to anything being deal? Then I understood, Listening to God’s Word is not merely using our ears, but our hearts. I answered. “It would be tough Lord but I would still listen to Your Word.” The Lord then asked. “If you were mute, would you still praise My Name?” How I praise without a voice? Then it occurred to me: God wants us to sing from our very heart and soul. It never matters what we sound like. And praising God is not always with a song but when we are persecuted, we give praise with our words of thanks. So I answered. “Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise Your Name.” And the Lord asked. “Do you really love me?” With courage and strong conviction, I answered bodily. “Yes Lord I love You because You are the one and true God!” I thought I had answered well but God asked. “THEN WHY DO YOU SIN?” I answered. “Because I am only human. I am not perfect.”  “THEN WHY IN TIMES OF PEACE DO YOU ASTRAY THE FURTHEST? WHY ONLY IN TIMES OF TROUBLE DO YOU PRAY THE EARNEST?” No answers. Only tears. The Lord continued. “Why only sing at fellowships and retreats? Why seek me only in times of worship? Why ask things so selfishly? Why ask things so unfaithfully?” The tears continued to roll down my cheeks. “Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading the good news to others and In your own family? Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I offer My shoulder to cry on? Why make excuses when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?”  I tried to answer but there was no answer to give. “You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw this gift away. I have blessed you with talents to serve Me but still you don’t have time for me and you continue to turn away. I have revealed My Word to you but you do not gain knowledge. I have spoken to you but your ears were closed. I have shown My blessings to you but your eyes were turned away. I have sent you servants but you sat idly by as they were pushed away. I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all. “DO YOU TRULY LOVE ME?” Still I could not answer. How could? I was embarrassed beyond belief. I had no excuse. What could I say to this? When my heart had cried out and the tears had flowed, I said. “Please forgive me Lord. I am unworthy to be your child. The Lord answered. “That is My Grace, My child.” I asked.  “Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why do you love me so? The Lord answered. “Because you are my creation. You are My child. I will never abandon you. When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you. When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you. When you are down, I will encourage you. When you fall, I will raise you up. When you are tired, I will carry you. I will be with you till the end of days and I will love you forever.” Never have I tried so hard before. How could I have been so cold? How could I have been so cold? How could I have hurt God as I had done? I asked God. “HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE ME?” The Lord answered me. “THIS IS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU.” The Lord stretched out His arms and I saw His nail pierced hands. I bowed down at the feet of Christ, my Savior. And for the very first time I truly prayed.g




by: Ivy P. Dumalogdog

She could barely contain the tear brimming her eyes, so Jane pushed through the theaters double doors. Thankfully, the movie had started already so the lights were turned off. This way no one would notice her tears and the dumpy blue uniform she was wearing.

Jane chose a seat among the middle rows, because complex usually sat at or near the corners. Right now, Jane didn’t want to ace loving, cuddling couples. Because she knew it was all a lie. In fact the thought of those women being duped by some smooth-talking, lecherous bastard, made her want to scream out a boobs and JLo-like-ass that catches their eyes and dump you like you were yesterday’s leftovers!

After fishing for a hanky in her purse, Jane pressed the cloth hard to her mouth to stop the whimpers welling up. Ok God! Why did it have to happen to me? I didn’t do anything wrong. I tried to be the perfect girl. I wanted to make him happy!

Laughter burst around her. Jane looked up, startled at the sound. Great! Now people are laughing at me, Jane thought irrationally. The sound of amusement suddenly sounded like romantic comedy playing, no less! – crying your eyes out, and feeling sorry for yourself because an egomaniac decided to trade you for a girl who had bigger hair mass than brain ma’am! Tears promptly flowed anew. But I loved that egomaniac! Jane slumped lower on her seat as another round of laughter immediately followed her thought and the tears just kept coming…

Glen was chuckling with the crowd when he heard a low whimper come from the lone figure sitting two chairs away from him. She was hunched over her seat with hands cupped over her face, shoulders heaving. He could tell it was a she, because of the voluminous shadow her skirt made Glen immediately felt sorry for her. What kind of man would leave his girl crying in the middle of a movie? But he didn’t want to get involved, thinking that whoever came with the girl would come back and smooth things over. It’s probably just a lovers’ spat.

Ten minutes had past and it was becoming very obvious that the absence beau was not returning. Glen finally gave in to the male’s primitive instinct of protecting a distressed female.

Jane tried to stop crying but whenever she thought that she had herself under control, one of Ty’s very sweet gestures would pop into her mind and the tears would start flowing again. After a while of these propping memories, the tears of depression morphed into tears of angry tears.

That vile, conniving, leech! He didn’t deserve to have that beautiful wedding without her! In fact he doesn’t deserve anything  beautiful at all, period!

“Miss, are you okay?” a voice asked somewhere above her. Jane looked up to find a male from slightly hovering above her. His stance was that of a man who was uncertain of whether to sit or stand so was stuck in that bent-forward-at-the-hins-kness-bent position.

“Yes I am. I;m having such a blast I can’t stop crying!” she replied sarcastically then promptly burst into more tears, this time the whale was definitely not suppressed.

Despite the unfriendly answer and concerned heads turning their way, Glenn smiled as he watched the girl burrow back into her handkerchief. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”

“Go away!” was the snarled answer. Ignoring her. Glenn sat down beside her.

“You know, whatever it is your crying over I’m sure it isn’t worth it.”

“What do you know? Stop trying to console me it isn’t working. I’m not feeling sorry for myself yet, so don’t talk to me!”

Glenn was beginning to like the girl with each word that came out of her mouth. “Okay, just tell me when your ready to be consoled then I’ll take you out to eat.” Glenn almost laughed at the unlady like snort that came from the hanky.

After a few minute Jane began to feel silly crying beside a guy she didn’t know. So she stopped crying and blew her nose for the last time and leaned back against her chair to look at the man squarely in the face. “You know, if anybody else heard me crying, they would assume you were the culprit since you’re a guy and  you’re sitting right next t me,” said Jane.

“I know, But I had rather wanted the people to think I caused your distress. They would have thought you were crazy if I hadn’t outraged sound she made.

Jane couldn’t really see the guy’s face, just the faint outline of his nose, eyebrows, cheeks and jaw. Ordinarily she would never sit this close with a stranger in a theater unless she was with someone else, but this man just didn’t ring any warning bell in her internal ” security system”.

“Are you ready to be consoled now?” he asked

“Yes, you’re buying right?”

“Yes, the outline of his lips curved in a smile.

“And I get to choose where we eat right?”

“Yeah,” teeth were bared in a grin.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get out of here” this time Glenn laughed out loud. This girl was irrepressible and he liked the way she handled er problem. Cry your heart out then get over it! Just like the doctors said.

“Do you think you can give me your name?” asked Glenn.

“Oh I;m Jane and you are?”

“Glenn.” The four o’clock afternoon sunshine was shining directly on the double binding lane and Glenn momentarily. After adjusting the brightness Glenn turned towards Jane and froze.

With her red swollen eyes and formless, dumpy blue uniform. Jane the Silent Crier was a stunning woman. She had caramel toned skin and beautiful almond eyes. No amount of crying could ever detract from the beauty of those almost hazel eyes.

“Wow! You look nice,” as soon as the words left her mouth Jane blushed furiously. Way to go, Jane! Just when you meet a real decent, real good-looking guy, you put your feet right into your mouth. Glenn was startled out of his mesmerized stance with her words and started laughing.

In less than twenty minutes this girl has made him laughed more than Gina had, Glenn thought. To dispel Jane’s embarrassment, he cupped her elbow in a gentlemanly fashion and guided her down the stairs.

“Thank you for this. You really didn’t have to.” Jane finally said after making considerate inroads with her Caesars salad and Glenn has eaten half of his Zinger.

“You’re welcome,” Glenn entitled before taking another bite of the spicy chicken burger. “What did you mean by the remark you said about people automatically assuming I made you cry because I’m guy?”

“Come on, a girl does not cry like that over nothing. I’m guessing you were crying over a guy.” Glenn put down the almost finished burger.

“Since you’re so smart you tell me the rest of my story,” Jane said sweet acid in her voice.

“Whoa tiger! I’m on your side here. In fact I was going to ask fr his name so I can call up my buddies and we can trash him somewhere.” Glenn’s grin gave out his bluff.

“Men,” Jane said rolling eyes. “Whatever, beginning this very second, the reason for my distress will be forgotten and never to be spoken about,”  Jane declared vehemently.

“Uh-huh,” said Glenn skeptically but let the subject drop. She was understandably still upset over the guy. “If your done eating, you can come with me to the computer shop and help me pick something up.”

“Since when did I become your personal assistant?” asked Jane just to be contrary.

“Since you almost banking’s me with the amount of  food you ate. Man, you  eat like three grown man put together!” Glenn evaded the handbag that came swiping his way  with a laugh.

They spent the rest of the afternoon together going around Ketkai aimlessly. They went inside boutiques and tried on the silliest outfit. Jane oohed and ashed over the cute pets at the pet shop. Glenn raved over the latest electronic gadget in the computer shop. The afternoon was spent bickering and arguing with each other. No matter how conflicting their ideas were they managed to enjoy each other with their smart-ass comebacks and silly expressions.

“Well, I had a nice time today. You do a wonderful job of consoling a distress female. “In fact, I think you had a lot of practice with distress females. You probably caused most of them!” Jane said teasingly.

“What can I say the girls dig me,” Glenn tilted his head cockily, flashing her a “pacute: look. “And, it’s not only female hearts even the men turn gay at the sight of me.”

Jane punched him in the arm, but the hit lacked power as she was already laughing at the outrageous remark. “I’m going home. Spending another minute with is detrimental to my mental health”.

“want to cry in Cinema 2 tomorrow? I hear crying there feels differently,” said Glenn. Jane smiled at the roundabout way of asking her out. “Okay.”

A month of Glenn’s “want to try crying at cinema…” Jane realized that her heartbreak of Ty was all but forgotten. They were having so much fun being together they practically couldn’t wait for the next date. Being together was like spending time with your crush. Jane liked him, but assumed that Glenn didn’t know about the attraction. Jane liked their situation; she was not under ant stress of presenting the best of herself to impress him it was the opposite in fact.

Contrary to Jane belief, Glenn was aware of the growing attraction between them. He was loath to act on it though because relationship with a girl who was most probably on the rebound. Plus there was Gina. When Jane was ready he would tell her about Gina, and as Jane couldn’t — wouldn’t— talk about the “guy”, he wasn’t sure she could accept his relationship with Gina.

Every week Glenn would ask Jane about Ty, and every week the topic would be diverted into another round of argument. After the fifth week Jane finally answered his questions.

“He’s name is Ty Harano,. We’ve been going out for almost three years. Two months ago, his best friend, Denise, came to our school looking for him. I never did like her because she was Ty’s ex and still tend to act like she was still Ty’s girl and still saw each other regularly as friends. Or so I thought so.”

Glenn had a funny feeling of when this was going to end. He wanted to tell Jane she didn’t have to finish the story, but he sensed she was now ready to share her burden with someone else. “She asked me if I knew where Ty was. I was a little irritated with the arrogant look she was giving me, so I asked her why did she want to know. She gave this little malicious laugh and told me “Oh, I just wanted to let him know he’s going to be a proud papa.” She walked away after dropping that bomb on me.” Jane took a deep breath to brace herself against the expected onslaught of pain to wash over her. Funny, but she only felt a twinge of pain at the recounting.

“What did your boyfriend say?”

“Nothing. He couldn’t deny what was blatantly going on behind me. What hurt the most was everyone knew except me. My friends would see them in malls acting like couples but no one told me because they felt sorry for me or that they thought I knew and also because they knew about Ty and Denise’s friendship.” Said Jane staring off into the distance. “He said we just grew apart and having Denise gave him the excitement our relationship lacked and that he never really got over her.” Glenn snorted at the lame reason.

“But you know what? I realize he was right. We were acting like friends long before the whole Denise episode happened. And being over him in a month sorts of prove that point.”

“So you are over him?” Glenn asked holding his breathe in anticipation.

“Yes, definitely. Thank to you,” said Jane smiling deeply into his eye.

“Well thank God for that!” Glenn exhaled in a whoosh. “I was beginning to think my subtle courting was never going to work,” Glenn grinned at her. All the joy shining through his beautiful eyes took Jane’s breath away. Then his words sank in.

“What do you mean by ‘subtle courting’?” Jane asked hands-on-hips, but her smile gave away how pleased she was at the thought.

“Yeah, I was courting you silently. I didn’t want you to be my girlfriend just so you could prove to yourself and to your ex how over you are over him, but we both know you’d be lying. God knows, you’re mule headed enough to do that!” Glenn’s smile dimmed slightly as he gently cupped her jaw with both hands. “And I wasn’t sure you’d be ready to hear about Gina. Specially now, after hearing what really happened.”

“Gina?” Jane suddenly went cold all over, dreading what was about to be said.

“Gina was my ex. Like your previous relationship, we grew apart except that we both knew where it was headed and decided to call it quits before we wasted our good memories. So now we’re just good friends, best friends, actually. Most of he girls I meet get jealous or insecure because she’s gorgeous and simply because we have a history together.” Glen explained all the while looking her straight in the eyes, pleading silently that she not be one of those girls.

Jane smiled , appreciative that Glenn respected her enough to explain about Gina. A warm feeling settled over her. Glenn trying to make her understand about Gina meant he cared about her!” Why would you think I wouldn’t understand about Gina?”

“I didn’t want to risk frightening you away. Most women are bothered by the fact that we were best friends and she’s my ex. It wouldn’t be hard for you to expect the worst considering what happened between you and Ty.”

Jane smiled brightened another watt. “When you were “subtly” welling up inside him.

“Right,” Glenn said feeling his throat close over the emotions welling up inside him.

“And “more than friends” meant to be your girlfriend, right?”


“So what are you waiting for? Ask me already!” Jane grinned at Glenn’s elated laughter.

Glenn caressed her face with adoring eyes, committing to memory the smooth curve of her jaw; the bold slash of her eyebrows, the delicate bud of her lips, and that dazzling smile. With the right word this girl can make his world complete. But if in any case that she say the wrong one, he was up to challenge of changing her mind. With this resolve in mind Glenn took the plunge. “Will you be my girlfriend, Jane?”

“Yes!” Their laughter was the sound of pure joy. The people in the restaurant smiled at the very happy, lovely couple. Never knowing that their romance started with a girl bawling her heart out in the middle of a romantic-comedy movie in Ketkai’s cinema one…


Black Green Light

Black Green Light

by: Stephen A. Dangazo

As I paced down from the bus, I was abruptly rapt with the appalling figures fronting me, the world I haven’t perceived before but heard a lot, the world so diverse from mine. My world was a world of green woods and singing birds; of industrious carabaos and healthy vegetation, of fresh air and flower blossoms; os imple living and affectionate family.

Gigantic buildings, speeding jeepneys and busy hotfooted crowd were definitely strangers to me. So, I hanged back and halted, queried myself with questions, I know unanswerable in my state: Where an I going? Where am I going to start? No matter how hard I tried to quench my brain with answers. I couldn’t satisfy myself. I could not help but recall my sentimental departure…

“Masakit para sa akin ang umalis ka anak” my mother uttered with tearful eyes and shivering bands touching mine. “Bakit di ka na lang tumira kasama kami at kalimutan ang tungkol sa Unibersidad? Pwede na man tayong mabuhay kasama si Linda at Makisig.”

“Nay, gustohin ko mna.. Peo hindi ko lubos maisip na ganitong klaseng buhay ang ibibigay ko sa aking magiging pamilya.” I maged to reply but stammered. I embraced my crying mother to console her and swathe the regret I felt inside for hurting her by my words.

“Huwag ka na mang maging madamot, Elena kailangan din niyang hanapin ang buhay na taliwas maibigay natin sa kanya, ” the powerful and hearken voice of  my father from behind, gripping his emotions not to waft away with the scenario.

“Kuya, sasakay ka ba sa broom-broom? Pwede ba akong sumama? Linda’s utterance sabbed my heart intensely.

I actually don’t want to leave. I want to stay wiht these people who really love me. I felt affection for my mother. I esteemed my father very much. I love Linda, my younger sister and Makisig, my favorite playmate from childhood hitherto, a carabao.

Nevertheless, I have to swell my frontier. I have no subsist and experience the kind of life they talked about… I have to go and away… though it’ll blight them, though it’ll hurt me.

The university is pending for me in the city called Manila. I haven’t been there; I haven’t been in a city actually.

I stepped inside the bus and bide goodbye to my weeping mother. I hate to see my mother crying.. to my father, who could not control his tears to plunge.. to the innocent Linda who could not comprehend why I have to leave. Goodbye to makisig.. to my friends.. to this place,.. to my home.

As the bus motioned, I could not helped but cry. I glimpsed at the window bursting to cry. In my desperation, I found myself estimating the distance that keep me apart from them..

I had somehow reached the university, And I started to live a life different to what I had; I tried to adjust in this new life. I mailed a letter to my family when I arrived and every month, each letter I dropped was sealed with tears and kisses hoping they would feel how I missed them.

My first week in the university was filled with mock especially made for me and I was baptized with a new name “uptown boy”. I don’t know what to feel inside; should I hate them or be grateful for the welcome? Certainly, I knew the meaning of the words and it’s not bad, I’m proud I am a hick but I wondered what made it a laughingstock? I could sense that I don’t belong to them nor they belong to me.

Consequently, I had a new circle of friends. I had somehow enjoyed my life here in the city. I accompanied them everywhere they go, movie house, barhopping. malling and girl hunting.  I had adjusted my lifestyle to them. My activities with them stimulated to be mortified of. It led me to forget my place, my friends, Makisig, my home, my family… I didn’t mail a letter to them for a couple of months.. six months.. a year.

Until my first birthday in the city came and my allowance from the scholarship wasn’t sufficient for my plan then there I posted them a letter requesting for additional money for my birthday fete.

My Nanay forced me to celebrate it with them because they missed me a lot and a surprise is waiting for me; I could feel the emotion and I emphasized the money I needed.

In fact, nothing in my native soil that will grant me delight anymore. Yes, I had change a lot.. and I’m proud of my changes. The city  turned not to be my home and my barkadas were my family.

The money arrived earlier  that I expected. Subsequently, the night of the party came with oodles of foods and refreshments intended for my barkadas and friends. I was with my axquaintances babbling about things that interested us.

“Have you heard about Jane?” That was Mike’s words.

“She’s deeply in love with you Pete, Pare”

“Will I have a lot of them.” I couldn’t believe I voiced that out but it definitely came out from my mouth. Though I knew it’s true but I guess part of my changes was being haughly. Laughter filled the dorm.

“Pedro, anak?” A call from a familiar voice stopped the laughter. They’re stunned and turned to the source of the call.

“Happy birthday! Hali ka at may pasalubong ako sa’yo.” In my desperation I could not moved my head to the direction. I knew who’s calling.. my Nanay. But why she’s hear?

“Pete! That dumpy old beggar was calling you” Ritchie mumbled to me. “Do you know her? She’s calling you Pedro.. what a name.”

“Dala-dala ko si matapang, nanganak na kasi si Makisig at heto ang manok kakatayin natin” My mother uttered with enthusiasm and a smiled. ” May bisita ka pala?” She was stunned seeing my barkadas and I piping our cigars.

Certainly, she was my mother who gave me life, who helped me build my foundation as a person, who loved me endlessly, and who faced her fear of being in the city just to see me and to give her present-the calf.

“Pete, Is she your mom?” Mike said with interrogating look.

The question hit me. I got confused. She’s my Nanay but my barkadas hate hick and my Nanay is… and I was.

“Ah.. kuwan” I looked at my Nanay and she’s smiling at everyone.

“Hindi Yaya ko!”

I couldn’t believe the words came from my mouth but it did..

“You Yaya is such a dumped old woman!” Ritchie whispered and everyone laughed.

My Nanay heard the words I knew and due to severe shock, she numbed her mouth and didn’t utter even a single word. She just tunred around and leave. Yes, I know it hurts her. It’s apparent in her face and palpable in her eyes but she didn’t show it. It impaired me inside to see her crying somewhere because of me… because of her ambitious son.

They laughed over the statement and the devilish me laughed with them. I wondered where does her desperation lead her. Where was my Nanay weeping? Then, I went upstairs without acquiescence. I enetred my room and locked the door..

Oh! it’s good to be back home! Everyone acted as if nothing happened. My Nanay is in the kitchen preparing the dinner. I could still feel the melancholy that she felt. I could see a speck of liquid in her cheeks ( I know she has forgiven me since the day I arrived and even the night I disowned her. How did I know? Because she told me when I lied in my newly made bed). My Tatay is in the table with a handgrip in my picture. I don’t know why he’s delving in my image. I could still sense that he missed me… that he wanted to hug me.

“Nanay, natutulog pa ba si Kuya?” The question breaks the deafening silence in the room from Linda.

“Linda giging na ako!” I told her but she didn’t hear me. I know she won’t and she never will. Nobody hear me sense the day I came back home. They talked about me but didn’t listen to me. I know this is one of the sub sequences that I will be facing since that night.

“Tumahimik ka nga diyan Linda!” my mother shouted to my little sister with tears in her eyes.

“Elena, huwag kang ganyan. bata iyang kausap mo at hindi alam ang nagyayari dito!” My father’s hearken voice made Linda cried and propelled my nanay to weep again.

I’m tried of witnessing this scene. It’s been a moth that this home became unordered. It’s been a month of weeping and crying.. of tears silently falling in the sleepless night. It’s been a month that  smiles and laughter deserted this home. It’s been a month for me, craving to hug and kissed them.  A month that I revitalized the old me.. a month since I delivered home.. dead!


My unforgettable trip in different countries! (-_;)

When I was in my childhood years I always dreamed to travel all around the world. Because I wanted to see the beautiful creations of our ALMIGHTY GOD. But due to financial crisis I knew, that it is too impossible to happen. Until one day, I never ever thought and expected that this dreams will be come true.

As I woke up one day I am already in….?

PARIS specifically in the Eiffel Tower of Paris. Wow! I can’t imagine myself joining the special event on that day. There are lots of people I saw and they are so beautiful and handsome. How amazing the Eiffel tower in Paris. My day ended so well.

On the next trip… Guess where am I?

Oh! I’m in the GREAT WALL OF CHINA.. I am so tired on that day. I can’t imagine myself walking on that very long bridge. But no regrets at all because I really had a great time together with the chinese people. GUess how many liters of water I drunk that day? It’s 8 liters.. Hahaha My stomach are so full that time. Full of water. Nyhaha.. Nice and memorable experienced in the great wall of china. Next time around pipz.. I still have to go into my next trip.

Welcome to…. Tang tarang tarang….

Do you know this place?

This is the ANCIENT PYRAMID IN EGYPT.. How amazing the creation of our ALMIGHTY GOD. I was so speechless that time. I never thought I could be there in my entire life. I really had a great and enjoyable day together with this different pipz.

Hmm, I’m so sweat and tired. Thirsty for a very long walked. I wanted to give myself a rest by means of swimming. So I decided to go to…

DEAD SEA.. Right am the one who took picture with this two young men. They really enjoyed swimming I mean floating in that sea.. Hahaha what a very nice experience?! Wooohhhh! I really can’t stop myself laughing, jumping, and of course, floating as what the two young men are doing.. This is once in a lifetime experience. Guyz, I might tell you to try it! Your gonna love it! Swear!

It’s time for me to bid goodbye. And I’m flying back into my country

PHILIPPINES … Enjoyable white water rafting experience. What a very nice river I could ever imagine. I invited you all people around the world to come in Cagayan de Oro and experience the beauty of white water rafting river.Shouting with great fear, laughing at the same time and sadness.. Huhuhu

Why sadness?

Look down..

Because I find out that It was just an UNFORGETTABLE DREAM of mine.

It maybe just a dream but I am so happy that even in my dreams I was able to travel in different countries..





I have been through many journeys in my life, passing through many “roads” – rough roads, crooked roads, thorny and bushy roads. My experiences as wife, mother, mother-in-law, grandmother, friend and perhaps even enemy to others, have given me an edge over others when it comes to “life experiences”.

The crossroads of my life came when I joined a renewal community for couples. It is the community that led me on the “Road Emmaus”. There have been many trials, difficulties and struggles. But, like the disciples who recognized Christ when He broke bread with them, the community opened my eyes to the many possibilities that brought me to the road of spiritual renewal. The community is a gift from God to me. It may not be a perfect one, but it has set me on my path to holiness and happiness. It has opened my eyes not only to see Christ in the work with the poor but also see the holy will of God accomplished in spite of the trials.

I have committed myself to tell others the wonderful work of God in  my life. I enjoy my out-of-town trips, and I love encouraging others to talk about what God has done for them. All of us have been gifted by God and the outside world needs to know what God has done for us.

“Then the two recounted what had taken place on the way and how he was made known to them in the breaking of the bread.” Luke 24:35




Man by nature is fearful, emotional and full of uncertainties. We tend to find security by clinging to a life raft that could sink and become useless. This happened to me when I decided to retire from my job in order to transfer to another company but eventually went down due to economic drought. I have been able to continue to survive, life goes on. God is teaching me to trust in Him.

Another fear was when I was given a special assignment in our Christian community. I was afraid that I lacked the expertise for the task.

In all these times I cling to the Lord, knowing that in the midst of the storm and trials of life, the God of my life is there saying “Fear not, it is I”. Jesus is using my brothers and sisters in the community to help me serve Him best. I have learned, in a deeper sense to love, care and serve others specially the poor.

It is I; do not be afraid.” John 6:20




Everybody yearns for a miracle, but not everybody believes it could still happen in this day and age. Thank God I have witnessed many in my lifetime.

In November 2003, I was about to give a presentation in my MBA class for our finals when I received a text from my sister. She said mom was rushed to the hospital because she was vomiting blood. I then excused myself from the professor and rushed to see mom.

In the emergency room while mom was placed under a respirator, I prayed the rosary out loud. While the doctors searched for mom’s real illness, I sang praise songs and read from “In His Steps” to mom. To prepare mom for whatever God has planned, she received anointing from the hospital chaplain and also received Holy Communion. She also allowed me to go to my prescheduled talk on “Prayers and Scriptures”  at our chapter’s “Covenant Orientation”. Upon my return from the talk, mom’s diagnosis was clear that it was atypical pneumonia. She was treated accordingly and she survived the battle.

He said this to test him, because he himself knew what he was going to do.” John 6:6