At Dimsum Diner with mama in the afternoon. In the evening till 4:30 am of the next day I was still awake for my thesis, due for submission to the teacher-participant for her own views. After the news of the Fallen 44 in the Mamasapano Clash spread (January 25, 2015), I immediately offered all my work: the writing of my thesis, for them, for God’s divine justice and mercy. Sanctification of Work and Supplication by Works are the least that I can do for them. [Soon, whoever is accountable will surrender. ] Whenever I write, I think of them and do it for them.
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Daisy visited us and brought her daughter Kayla who she named after me. It’s also the first day of my toxic nights. I had to stay up to finish chapter five. When I took a break at around 11 pm, I talked to Jesus and told Him how vulnerable I felt. While I was still in school, I saw an invulnerable me because I held on to God’s promise that He sends angelS to protect me, ALWAYS. As an adult, I started to question that belief and sometimes considered it a mere fantasy. However when I opened my radio, God sent the following songs to assure me.
Transcript #9’s finally finished. I am grateful for acting like a real grown-up independent woman today. In the past, whenever one request of mine wasn’t granted, I threw tantrums like a kid. Today, amidst the irksome situation, I gladly excused myself, shut my door, cried and talked to Jesus instead, which made a huge difference. In other words, I became an elegant respectable person with class. LOL. After that, everyone did not even know I was pissed off. That’s maturity right there. Thank you, Jesus. I am now learning. The “If not now, when” phrase I’ve been repeating to myself for several days has contributed to several real life changes: 1. Being independent 2. kind 3. Understanding 4. gentle 5. confident 6. Elegant and 6. healthy. Thank you, Jesus.
I woke up again with distorted thoughts and feelings of resentment and abandonment. Instead of listening to these inner demons, I chose to have a rational take on them. I questioned where they could be streaming from and how valid they are. Doing so lessened their intensity. However, as experienced, no matter how hard I try to be rational , the thoughts would not leave completely because it is only communion with God that silences the condemning voices inside my head. With this, I prayed hard today and asked for forgiveness. As always, God showed the same Psalm every time I asked forgiveness, telling me how He loves me (us). Amazing, isn’t it? Also, since my problem for the week involves loving a man, I see the connection between the Didache reflection and mine today. God is telling me to just wait and trust His timing. What’s more amazing is finally letting go and losing that feeling. Yeheeey!!! Thank you God for always leading me and not allowing me to stray from my purpose. Mwah, mwah, mwah!!! By the way, I have four gifts to Jesus on His birthday. 1. Send a letter to a deathrow inmate (which I already did) 2. Write a testimony 3. Listen only to Christian songs for a month and 4. Say “I love you, Jesus” and “Thank you” every after 30 minutes for a month (and beyond). 🙂 How about you? Make Jesus’ birthday extra special this year. 🙂
So I am walking again as advised by my therapist. Today too, I started saying “I love you” and “Thank you” to Jesus every after 30 minutes. The practice does not only reconnect me with God but it boosts my productivity as I become more aware of what’s happening in my life every minute of the day. Every after half an hour of my transcription, I stand, meditate and say the phrases. Usually it lasts for two to three minutes. Well, it’s a healthful practice also because it keeps my eyes from straining due to prolonged exposure to computer radiation. I believe this is one of the improvements I have for 2014: becoming fully aware, completely engaged with whatever I an doing and wholly enthusiastic in fulfilling tasks as I consciously think they’re for God.
Sorry for the blurry pictures.
My sister was advised to take a rest for a month to prevent miscarriage. I also cried quietly in my room after talking with her because I felt how she truly loves her baby, and saw her changed into a courageous woman who chose to be strong amidst her weak personality for the baby. She and Rap, including us, are doing the best that they could to make the baby alright. Again, I claim that our faith is stronger. God promised this baby and I trust Him.
I was with mama and papa today for our scheduled check-up. The takeaway after talking to my doctor: I should COMMIT to love, trust and serve unconditionally.
We just found out that brown secretions are a sign of a miscarriage in process. I am not afraid though because God promised this child for my sister. God’s word is more reliable than anything- it always works for me. I had another school observation today and it refreshed me. Watching the kids play and act out scenes in the story with glimmer of hope and joy painted on their faces strengthens my vision of sending many incapable children to school someday before I hit 32. Again, with God, I can!
I mustered enough courage to say sorry to Ante Dolor and admit I was wrong. She was crying terribly that it really pierced my heart. DBT, please.
I truly love every bit of this day: church, realizations, reconciliation, sky, nature, family bonding, etc. I got to also talk with Junoy and Karla (both makeup artists) about Illuminati, Brain Innovations, etc. Even the Jazz photo studio owner joined the conversation,which lasted for about two hours. Say “Eight” Kath!
Today, I literally went to Davao to watch “The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1”. Nah, my transcript of records was ready for claiming on November 21, and so I hurried off the next day. Being an important part of my application to Erasmus Mundus, I really had to get it from the registrar’s office before Monday. Watching Mockingjay and dining out at Miko’s Brew were just “side trips”. And good news, my sister’s pregnant. This is a miracle because everybody was expecting her to have trouble bearing a child. But, nope, it’s easy. The doctor even commented that the child is a gift: a miracle because she can’t even believe it herself.
I remember how my sister felt so hopeless about having a child of her own. I promised that God will surely grant her the baby because God is more powerful than any of our expectations. God is enough. God works the impossible…
Indubitably, the family’s faith reaped its reward again.
Welcome to the world, baby!