Walking on water

It’s a sad reality that people can leave you in a second. Some will come back after a month or two sometimes even after a year. But the hardest is, when they don’t come back at all…for good.

As I was blog-hopping, I learned that a friend of one of my batch mates passed away early this year. I felt sad, and surprised because I don’t even know this guy but I felt just so heartbroken. Probably because he was just my age, but it was more because of the question “What if he hadn’t accepted Christ as his Savior yet? What if nobody had shared the Good News to him?” I felt guilty for the reason that it’s my responsibility as a Christian to lead more lost souls to Christ. Everyday more and more people are dying without even knowing who Jesus is, some are even unfamiliar with the name of Jesus. This is a heartrending fact.

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On the lighter side, life has never been this great. I’m slowly picking up the pieces of my once broken life. I’m learning that it’s ok to commit mistakes, I’m not perfect, no one is except the Lord. And that makes it even greater, imagine I am living this life for the One who is perfect. What could be better than that, eh?

In the past, whenever I do something wrong, like when I know I had hurt someone else’s feelings, it would take me time to forgive myself. Thank God, I am now passed that stage. I have an understanding God. And He sees my heart ♥.

What’s important is that I am again willing to walk on water. I had stepped out of the boat 5 years ago, and never will I return to that boat, I’d rather let myself get in the boats of other people so that they too can experience what it’s like to walk on water with the Creator. That’s what keeps me floating.

Getting lost in familiar roads

My Mum left this morning for the States. When I was on my way home from the airport, I got lost. I must’ve missed a turn or something. The funny thing was it took me more than 10-15 minutes to actually acknowledge that I, indeed, am lost. Although, I was already starting to doubt that I’m driving on the wrong side of the road. Once, I got on the right road, I found myself asking “What happened? How could I possibly get myself lost?” That wasn’t the first time I have driven in Parañaque, I’ve been there too many times.

Well, whatever is the reason behind my getting lost earlier, I don’t know, but it sure had happened to me before. The only difference is, it was not on the roads of Parañaque, it was on the roads of my spiritual journey. I have been lost heaps of times. I was too often blinded by a myriad of worldly things that I have forgotten the basics of life.

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Life is so much beautiful.
Bravura!

i wonder as i wander

Man, everybody seems to be leaving.

My mum’s leaving for the glamorous US of A on the 23rd..i think.

An officemate left also, just this week. He’ll be working in Singapore.

My Momi Matet left last Sunday. She first went to Hong Kong for some tour, and she’s probably in China by this time.

And good old me is still here in good old Philippines. (Don't get me wrong, i love it here!)

I want some change in my life, something nice, something unexpected.

I want to go somewhere else, somewhere far.

I want to try skydiving or skiing.

I want to do something crazy and fun and memorable.

I want to treat everyone in my family to one whole week of vacation/relaxation in a really beautiful, serene, spectacular place.

I want to make all these I-want-to’s to come about.

Someday, maybe..i hope.



Lastly, I want to go back to His dwelling place. Feel secure and loved and understood. Please me see the path that leads back to You. And when I get there, I’ll leave no more. I’ll be content holding Your hand.