God’s Greatness

great

Though I couldn’t fathom,

In His heart I have a home.

He is always with me,

Wherever I will be.

 

Although my heart is flimsy,

His love for me is sturdy.

Trials and pain that happened to me,

Are all part of His plan for me.

 

 

His love is so great,

That I always ruminate.

For when I turn my back on Him,

His love for me has never dimmed.

 

Though I am not worthy,

On the cross He died for me.

How great is Your love,

How great is Your mercy.

 

You loved me in my darkest,

And even in my weakest.

You loved me when I questioned Your competence,

And even Your existence.

 

How great is Your love,

How great are You God.

You are always faithful,

Even when I’m doubtful.

 

Thank You for forgiveness,

Thank You for Your kindness.

Thank You for Your faithfulness,

And for Your saving grace.

 

 

 

 

 

If You Have One More Day

one more day

If you have one more day to live,

I will have more time to give.

If you have one more day to smile,

I will make everything worth while.

 

If you have one more day on earth,

I’ll make sure that you’re always heard.

If you have one more day to breathe,

I will always show a love that’s great.

 

If you have one more day to wish,

I will grant them all with a kiss.

If you have one more day to prick up ears,

I will tell you how much I want you here.

 

 

If you have one more day to live,

I will show all the love that I can give.

These are the things that I should say…

If you have one more day.

 

 

 

Advocacy

prolife

It all started when I was 4 years old. I am a Lola’s girl so as a child I always wanted to be with my grandmother. It was one cold evening when people were having a commotion. My grandmother checked to see what’s happening and right there we saw a fetus in the garbage.

I didn’t fully understand what happened but my grandmother told me what was it, and she told me, “Look, that’s a baby.” I was oblivious as to why it looks like that and why it’s in the garbage. I did not say a word but it did not leave my memory. I can still remember the exact same spot, I remember how it looked like and I can still remember how I felt. It left me wondering why it was there and where his/her parents are.

I am not trying to be a goody-goody kind of person. I do have a lot of flaws. I have made so many bad and irrational decisions in life but killing my own child even if it isn’t expected will never be in my element. Perhaps, that incident has led me to my advocacy. To know why these things are happening. It could be because they see them as an inconvenience rather than a blessing. Or they might have been raped. However, I don’t see the point of letting the child pay for what other people have sinned. I don’t see the point of letting an innocent suffer for it.

I know it’s never easy knowing that the people are going to judge you. It’s not easy to raise a child alone. We can have a lot of alibis. We are not yet ready, they will only be miserable or they are diagnosed with disability when they are still inside our womb so we would rather have them die early than suffer for the rest of their life.

I want to share a story about my favorite singer. His mother was advised by the doctor to have him aborted as early as possible because he will be born with disability and his mother refused. On his concert, before he sang, he told the audience about his story. He is a blind man, but you know what? he is the best singer in the world. He is Andrea Bocelli. What am I trying to say? Nobody knows what the future holds. We can never predict what’s going to happen, we can never judge someone because of their disability. Only God knows what our future holds. God has written our life story long before we were born. And these little innocent child, they were formed for a purpose. Nothing happens because of an accident even though they were conceived unexpectedly.

I have watched a documentary as to how some people perform an abortion and I can’t even imagine the pain of the little child inside the mother’s womb. They insert the suction inside and they forcibly suck the body of the baby. There was one ultrasound video where in the baby knows what is currently happening and he/she tries so hard to escape from the suction and his/her mouth turned wide open that looks like it’s screaming for help.

I know it’s never easy to face the responsibility but I do know very well that it’s a lot harder to live a life without a burden knowing that you have killed or abandoned a life that you are supposed to protect. We were once young and vulnerable and the reason as to why we were meant to grow up and become strong is because we were meant to protect the innocent children knowing that we were like them once.

No matter what we’ve been through, we might have been hurt as a child. We might have grown up without a parent or someone to protect us, can we break the chain? Can we do our best to love in-spite of the pain?

I know how hatred feels like. I know how hurt feels like.  And it’s up to me if I am going to use those experiences by doing the same thing to the people around me or if it’s going to make me become more compassionate to them.

The world is full of judgmental people anyway. Whatever reasons we have, can we not resort to killing the innocent? They need us to protect them and nurture them. They need our love and we need to focus on loving them more than focusing on the judgment of our society.

Perfectly Imperfect

Live-and-Learn

If you know me personally, you already know that I am a person who don’t normally open up to other people. I don’t often let my guard down.

Most people find me weird because they can barely read what’s running on my mind. I make weird decisions. I don’t want to settle with things and people just because it fits the society’s norm. Perhaps, people see me as someone who has been broken, and I can’t stop people from judging the cracks in my life. I am somehow thankful to God for He has beautifully made me whole again and it doesn’t matter if people can see it or not.

I am a very sensitive person, I’d like to think that with all those experiences, I have already grown a thick skin. But sometimes, I can’t keep myself from getting hurt. Words burn me when it comes from a loved one or a friend. It burns me when the few people I trust to get inside my circle turn out to be the people who would destroy me in the end.

I also overthink, I hate commotion even though I sometimes respond in a sassy way. I just don’t want to appear weak or someone who needs to be taken care of or someone who can’t stand up for herself. So I tend to end up masquerading how I truly feel. That is why my friends who know me so well often tease me that the game I know how to play the best is “Taguan ng Feelings” or hiding my feelings in English.

Earlier I asked God, what does He wants me to learn today? What is He teaching me?

And with all the overwhelming emotions that I have bottled up inside me, I found an answer and God’s message with my devotion today.

When God inhabits the imperfect and broken pieces in our lives, the healing hope of His power is often more visible to others. Yes, His repair work in our hearts often leaves the scars of cracks. But those lines from our learning are the etchings in our beings that should make His character more visible to others.

I am not perfect and will never be. My brokenness and scars will forever smudge in my life. But then I realized, life is too short and if Grim Reaper comes, am I prepared? Nobody can tell how long are we going to live or when are we going to die, therefore we have to live our lives as if it’s our last. Hence, death is something that we shouldn’t fear because that’s where we find the essence of life.

So today I pray that God would show His power as I share the treasure of His gospel in my broken, but beautiful life.