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I.
When the rain isn’t stopping
When the waves are not calm
When my worries rise and I can’t control
You remind me
Ohhhhh…

Chorus:
When I am weak
I am strong
For your grace is sufficient for me.
My fears
Are all gone
For your love dispels it all

Bridge:
Where would I be without you
Where would I be without you, Lord
Where would I be?

Suggest a title please. 🙂
PS: Bear with the imperfections.

Personal

Moms

God gave me two moms to honor. It’s not mother’s day but let me do this. My heart cannot contain the overflowing love and gratefulness.

My biological mom is Lilibeth Gabasa. She was sweet and beautiful inside and out. What I remember most about her was her enthusiasm in doing household chores, dancing while cleaning the room. But it was a short-lived experience. I only had her for 6 years of my life. But still, thank God for the time given to us and for her life.

After my mom died, my father remarried. My step mother is Corazon Gabasa. She is pretty, slim and not showy. She is strict in house rules but still has a beautiful heart. I must admit, we went through a lot of struggles in keeping up with our relationship but I think even with your real moms, you do struggle too, right? What I love about her is her love for my father. I saw her tirelessly took care of him. These are the things I know I cannot do while building my own life. I also learned to read and not watch too much because of her. In fact, I am not fond of watching since then. I also learned to multi task. And I love her genuinity towards my healing. She helped me a lot in this area. And oh, before I forgot, I love that she gave us our handsome brother.

When I was young, I used to not appreciate how our lives are different after my mom died but now, as I mature, I appreciate every bit of it. I thank God for learnings and for the lives of my awesome moms who are both gifts from Him. ❤️

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Home

I want to stay in a place for years. I want to call it “home”. I want to say, it’s where I belong. It might not be a geographical location, but maybe a heart of a person whom I will love forever. Who could it be? I’ve been waiting for 27 years. I will be here or maybe there still sojourning until I see you face to face. Until then, my love. I will be waiting.

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He Was a Teacher

The playing kids in the corridor, the noisy children in the classroom, the messy chairs, the blanks in the attendance sheet, the repetitive sound of the computer keyboard, the loud sound of the bell and the other things to be observed in the school will always be remembered by him. School was his favorite place. Despite the fact that he is an introvert and he enjoys peace, he will never forget the beautiful chaos in the school. He was once there to be a channel of learning and surprisingly he also learned from the subject matter to one’s life experiences. He has regrets for leaving but he has to go. There were other plans in his mind that he has to pursue while he is still young. “I will be back.” He said as he closed the gate of the school.

Encouragements · FlashFiction

Encouragement

Words from the very mouth of her family brought bruises, wounds and even scars in her heart. She was hurt and mad all at the same time. It seemed no one is there to support and understand her. She can’t cry or curse, she can’t express her feelings but when a person hugged her, she started crying. And as she was being hugged, words of affirmation came out from the mouth of the other person. She said, “You are beautiful. Whether they appreciate it or not, you are still beautiful. You are valuable. Your worth is not measured on how you perform or how you do things, you are simply valuable. Just like a thousand peso bill, whether they crumple you, or step on you, your worth will never decrease. You are loved. There are people who believe in you, who are willing to fight for you and sacrifice for you. We are still here.” The other person held her face and said, “Always remember that. Don’t ever forget.” Even though tears are not stopping yet from flowing, she smiled.

Thoughts&Reflection

Vulnerability

Sometimes, it’s hard to be vulnerable to people even though you have been friends with them for years. I experienced rejection before and I have been anxious to open up because that person might leave me just like the others. I even remember someone told me, she is like walking on eggshells whenever she talks to me. So I asked myself then, should I say anything then? Maybe everyone feels this way. Not that I just started to conceal how I feel since she said that but I was more convinced that it’s the best thing to do. So I continued hiding how I truly felt because I was afraid that people will feel the same way or might leave. I even thought, God might feel that I am way too sensitive. He might be complaining about how emotional I am, how high my anxiety level is and how depressing my thoughts are. I am so afraid that He’ll get tired of me and leave.

Then He talked to me through a verse…

And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.  Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. -Matthew 18:2‭-‬4 ESV

Today, He called me out to really COME to Him as His daughter. He reminded me to tell him everything, humbling myself before him, acknowledging that He has power over my situation, that He is my Father and that I fully trust Him with my life. Isn’t it great to have a heavenly Father who doesn’t invalidate how we feel rather acknowledge them? Isn’t it great to have a wonderful Father who listens and stays? I think it’s AWESOME.

Remember that even in our darkest hours, He was there loving us. (Romans 5:8) He accepted us. (Romans 15:7) He promised that no matter what, He will never leave us nor forsake us. (Joshua 1:5) And all we need to do is come to Him. (Matthew 11:28-29).

Personal

Life Celebration

Jorel’s 17th birthday 🎂 (The one wearing Dedicated and Devoted shirt)

Thank you Lord for the life of our baby brother. May you always be with him. Make him a courageous man. Make him love you even more. Make him see you in everything. Make him to be like you. May your love, joy and peace abound to this young man.

Jorel is my youngest brother. He turned 17 today. He also finished his junior high school with honors. We are so excited for him to see what God has in store for him.

Personal

Love and Time

It took me longer than I thought.

I remember when I was young, I told myself, “I will probably be married by 25.” But here I am, 26 years old, and not even in a relationship. But oh, don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed those years I have been alone. It was way liberating. It taught me things that I need to learn alone. And on the process, I realized 25 isn’t even a deadline! It was just a sort of standard the younger version of me created. Love has no deadlines. It couldn’t be enclosed in the box of time.

Yes, it took longer than I thought. I have been single for 2 years now but it doesn’t mean it’s too late. Two years wasn’t wasted, it served a greater purpose. I might not be married by 25 but at least I know I am ready even before reaching 25. All I need to do is wait and pray for the right one.

FlashFiction · HOME

A Simple Surprise

He surprisingly pulled her to him and slowly danced her. And as they dance, he sang her favorite song.

“Lovely… Never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Won’t you please arrange it? ‘Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight.”

(The Way You Look Tonight, Michael Buble)

They hugged each other for a minute or two, enjoying their little moment. “Happiest birthday, dear.” He whispered softly in her ears. She smiled at his little surprise. She knew this day will never be forgotten.

Thoughts&Reflection

Waiting is not an Assurance

Many people waited for something they were so determined to have. Maybe some are waiting for their chances at work, for someone or maybe in life. Remember, waiting is not a guarantee that you will have what you are waiting for. Maybe this is a time you should start working on it, praying for it or walking out of it. Sometimes we are just too persistent, thinking when we wait for it, we’ll surely have it. Assurance needs an affirmation, an answer that promises you that you will get it. Waiting is not like that. It doesn’t give you an affirmation but it gives you hope.

Do not misunderstand waiting. It is but a choice. If ever you made one, make sure that you will not use it as an I.D. that makes you qualified right away, or something you are holding on, giving you a guarantee that you will get whatever it is in the end. It’s not like that. This is not to discourage you but to give you a bit of reality. Waiting is a decision that even though you are not sure of it, you’re going to do it because you believe on it. But be ready to the answer when the waiting is over, it may be yes, no or even wait a little more. 

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Strength of a Father

He was so devastated. He locked himself to the room. He kept on wiping the waters falling from his eyes.  He was deeply hurt. But a knock on the door disturbed his privacy. A little voice said, “Papa?” As he heard it, he wiped the tears in his eyes, and straightened his shirt.

I need to be strong. My two little girls need me. Oh, God help me.

Then he opened the door and smiled, “Hello Angels, how are you?” “We’re now fine.” The eldest answered. “Teacher said mama is now happy in heaven. We are happy too.” The two girls smiled innocently as they hug their father.

FlashFiction · HOME

Love over Depression

It was heavily raining outside. She closed the door and went to their room. The lights were off though the windows were open. Lights from the outside keep their room a little less dark. She sat beside him and looked at him. He got up and leaned on her. They stayed that way for a little while. Then she faced him, looking at him with admiration. She removed his eye glasses, then held his face on her hands, she uttered, “You are wonderful.” He smiled. “Depression cannot stop your charms.” He giggled and mouthed ‘thank you’.

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Change

I remember loving to observe you from the features of your face and to how you looked at me. Little did I know that as much as it gives me joy, it gives me pain too.

Your features, they’re handsome as ever. You have these thick eyebrows, and pointed nose. Oh, I adore that nose. I love pinching it. You also have those thin lines of lips that I used to kiss, and small eyes which were used to look at me intently. Those were your features I always enjoy to look at each and every time.

And I remember it clearly how you looked at me. Once, you held my face, tucked my hair on my ear then trace your fingers in every single part of my face while your eyes, they focus on me like they want to tell me I am special, that you will be always there, and that I am beautiful despite my imperfections.

But then, I saw you last time, you barely looked at me. Your eyes aren’t the same. They changed. What I saw was indifference. It pains me to see that but I guess those were the indication that maybe just maybe, you are no longer happy with me.

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Fan Girl

She loves how his curly hair is a little in chaos, how his eyes crease, how his wrinkles and dimples show as he smiles, and how his lips curve into a smile. She also loves his voice, the melody that has always been resounding in her head. At the thought of him makes her giddy. He’s that always appealing and handsome in her eyes. His name is Nicco Manalo.

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