Would you be my "number Two"?

The Helper (the Two)

Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs.

How to Get Along with Me

• Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific.
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• Share fun times with me.
• Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours.
• Let me know that I am important and special to you.
• Be gentle if you decide to criticize me.

In Intimate Relationships

• Reassure me that I am interesting to you.
• Reassure me often that you love me.
• Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me.

What I Like About Being a Two

• being able to relate easily to people and to make friends
• knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better
• being generous, caring, and warm
• being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings
• being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor

What's Hard About Being a Two

• not being able to say no
• having low self-esteem
• feeling drained from overdoing for others
• not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish
• criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should
• being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tume in to them
• working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings

Twos as Children Often

• are very sensitive to disapproval and criticism
• try hard to please their parents by being helpful and understanding
• are outwardly compliant
• are popular or try to be popular with other children
• act coy, precocious, or dramatic in order to get attention
• are clowns and jokers (the more extroverted Twos), or quiet and shy (the more introverted Twos)

Twos as Parents

• are good listeners, love their children unconditionally, and are warm and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren't)
• are often playful with their children
• wonder: "Am I doing it right?" "Am I giving enough?" "Have I caused irreparable damage?"
• can become fiercely protective

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Just When They Thought Love is Enough...

Two German children, six and seven, elope for Africa

Agence France-Presse | 01/07/2009 10:13 PM

BERLIN - Two childhood sweethearts, aged six and seven, eloped from Hanover in northern Germany on New Year's Eve, determined to tie the knot under the African sun, police said Monday.

The pair identified as Mika and Anna-Lena "are very much in love and decided to get married in Africa where it is warm, taking with them as a witness Anna-Lena's little sister, aged five," police spokesman Holger Jureczko told AFP.

The idea for the romantic trip began when Mika told the two girls about his recent holiday in Italy, while their families celebrated New Year's Eve together. "From this, the children began to make plans for the future," Jureczko said.

As the first dawn of 2009 broke, the trio started to put these plans into action, packing all the essentials for the journey, including "sunglasses, swimming trunks, a lilo, summer clothes and provisions."

While their parents slept, they left their house in the suburbs of Hanover, walked a kilometre (two-thirds of a mile) up the road to a tram stop from where they took a tram for the central station.

Waiting for a train to the airport, they aroused the attention of a guard who contacted police.

Two officers managed to convince the young lovers that they would struggle to get to Africa without money or a plane ticket.

As a consolation, the children were given a special tour of the police headquarters at Hanover station where they were especially taken with the detention cells.

Their relieved parents picked them up from the station, the spokesman said, adding: "They can still put their plan into action at a later date."

Thank You For Calling Tech Support (Excerpts)

Tech Support: “All right…now double-click on the File Manager icon.”
Customer: “That’s why I hate Windows — because of the icons — I’m a Protestant, and I don’t believe in icons.”
Tech Support: “Well, that’s just an industry term sir. I don’t believe it was meant to –”
Customer: “I don’t care about any ‘Industry Terms’. I don’t believe in icons.”
Tech Support: “Well…why don’t you click on the ‘little picture’ of a file cabinet…is ‘little picture’ ok?”
Customer: [click]
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At our company we have asset numbers on the front of everything. They give the location, name, and everything else just by scanning the computer’s asset barcode or using the number beneath the bars.
Customer: “Hello. I can’t get on the network.”
Tech Support: “Ok. Just read me your asset number so we can open an outage.”
Customer: “What is that?”
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Customer: “Ok. Big bar, little bar, big bar, big bar . . .”
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Customer: “Something about an error and non-system disk.”
Tech Support: “Look at your machine. Is there a floppy inside?”
Customer: “No, but there’s a sticker saying there’s an Intel inside.”

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Got this from my friend AJ's site. Hilarious! For the rest of the blog entry, read it here.

New Leaf

2008 is ending. In a few hours we will be saying hello to a brand spanking new one.

I have been truly blessed this year, as I was the past years. With that I am eternally grateful to the Lord. I have let go of certain things (and people) this year, though the void left was filled with new things (and people) that are making my life more colourful and interesting (to say the least).

To those who entered my life this year, I am truly grateful that you did :) Stay there, please. To those that remained through all the ups and downs, I am also eternally grateful. You will be blessed a million-fold (pramis!). Those who I have not seen for a looooong time, let's catch up in 2009 :) We owe each other lots of kwento.

I have also learned who my friends are, and who aren't this year. Trials sure has its way of filtering the dirt, and purifying the soul. I may have failed in some, triumphed in some, but in the end I got through everything because of Him Who is Forever there with me. I am not worthy, but hey, He loves that much (and more). All I can do is accept it :)

So to all my real friends, I thank you, I truly do. I may not be good in showing it, but rest assured you are all in my prayers.

To those who have a different opinion about me, I ask for forgiveness if I have hurt you. I did not mean to do any of it. I also pray for enlightenment, that you see me for who I am and not draw conclusions from mere superficial facts. You're also in my prayers :)

Second chances. Everyone needs one. I sure do. And I can't wait to start my life on a new leaf for 2009.

Here's to more blessings, adventures, parties, good times and fun!

Happy New Year everyone! :D

A pleasant morning surprise

This morning a huge bouquet of flowers (orchids) was delivered to our office, with a card signed anonnymously. It also made a reference to a past blog entry of mine (which meant he has read/reads my blog).

This is the first someone gaveme flowers. I'll admit, it feels nice (kilig, even) to receive flowers (despite girls saying that they didn't want to) and I would like to thank him, whoever my mysterious flower-giver is, for it .

I have been up to my neck with work the past couple of weeks, and I am this close in becoming an image model for Stresstabs (the BEFORE model). This little surprise sure is a welcome break from all the stressors here in the office.

What can I say? The Lord sure knows how to make a girl smile

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Who could this be from?

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When Your Spouse is Hotter than You

I stumbled upon this TIME Magazine article talking about, of all things, "inter-facial" marriage, or when one's spouse is "hotter" than the other.

Herself a 'victim' of such a union, the author listed down a couple of "challenges that scummy-yummy couples must deal with to survive."

Funny!

I Don't Deserve You

A couple of weeks ago I discovered that two of the closest people to me have been lying for so long. It may seem to be a small thing, but a lie is a lie, and I was hurt. Deeply hurt. I confronted them about this, expecting at least a simple explantion why they did it, but instead they hid in fear and never talked to me again. I tried to contact them, but it seemed like they were swallowed by the earth whole.

It is difficult to accept it when someone lies to you, betrays you. All the more when that someone happens to be a person you care so much for. At that moment I felt like an anvil was tied to my heart and thrown from the helipad of a tall building (imagine Wile E Coyote, succeeding for the first time). It also makes forgiving much more difficult, as well, for trust has been breached.

But as the Lord has forgiven my trespasses, I had to forgive them, painful as it may be. But it's true that forgiving is freeing; the huge weight in my chest was lessened significantly after that decision. But there inside me I still wanted to know why (if I were a cat, I will be killed by now).

Weeks passed without a single explanation, though I emailed them an assurance that they are forgiven. If it is the Lord's will that we part ways after/because of this, then I wish them all the luck and love of God. They apologized, though they can't explain why.

But as in all circumstances, the Lord's ways are not ours.

Yesterday one of my friends messaged me and my friend Nadine (she knows them also) over YM, out of the blue. He apologized for the lies, and told us why they did it. Our other friend, he said, started going back to church, in fears of having a permanent pad in the ninth circle in hell (Revelations 21 struck him really bad). It actually took him (the one I was talking to) lots of courage (and a swig of whiskey, I think) to type H-E-Y in the window. Both of them were really repentant and sorry for the offense, and he can't believe it when, instead of cursing them to the depths of hell, we actually said we missed them and we love them, for they had been brothers to us.

"You are crazy girls. I don't deserve you."

I also tell the Lord the same thing. "You must be sumkindava crazy for loving me still despite all my foolishness. I don't deserve it." He is more than willing to extend that love to me all the days of my life. And for that I am extremely grateful.

All's well that ends well.

Moral of the story? All that happens is part of a greater plan, the parts of which reveal itself in due time. We just had to faithfully wait for that time, and have confidence in Him that He will push through. Forgiveness is good. Pain is inevitable, we will all go through some form of it, but in the end we will rejoice in victory.

As for these two friends of mine, I am just happy that we are ok now. Guess I can't get rid of them that easily.

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Happiness!

I just found out that there are complete Bioman and Maskman episodes on YouTube!
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In the meantime, I'll settle with what I have!

Childhood regression once again! :D

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Twisted Ankle

It was another Tuesday night, and I was on my way to prayer
meeting from work. To go to the jeep terminal I had to cross the bright
pink-and-blue structures that’s smack in the middle of the busy Aurora Ave-EDSA
intersection. A lethal combination of tiredness, sleepiness, stress and
‘daydreaming while walking’ made me miss the last step down and twist my ankle.

Fortunately I fell on my knees, instead of on my face. It
was hard to stand up (coz my ankle started swelling up then), and I just tried
to laugh it off while saying a silent prayer for protection from snatchers and
the well being of my ankle. I slowly made my way to a waiting jeep, and made it
to the meeting.

Every now and then we hit a snag in our daily routine that
makes us fall on the ground: a nasty breakup, you lose your job, you fail an
exam or you lose a loved one. The burden that we feel seems so heavy that we
sometimes feel that we cannot recover from that fall anymore.

But we CAN recover. Eventually, we will rise from our
situations triumphant over our adversities. That’s a promise. And the Lord
doesn’t make promises that He does not keep.

The suffering won't last forever. It won't be
long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal and
glorious plans they are! —will have you put together and on your feet for good.
(1 Peter 5:10, The Message, emphasis added)

The One I Asked the Lord For

As a single person, it is most frustrating to be surrounded by couples everyday, while you tread along by your lonesome, wondering where you can find that other single person that will “complete you”. Your heart longs for someone who will hold your hand while you walk, look into your eyes lovingly and tell you how beautiful you are, even though you feel like you look like a hag.

It doesn’t help that relatives bug you why, at your age now, you are still unattached, blaming it on your physical appearance or your standards (high or otherwise), followed by threats of being left behind by your peers, or the expiration of your egg cells (for women), and a bleak future of dying alone, old and sagging and sad.

Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? YES, and one more question about my singleness and I’m gonna run out screaming, you say.

Tell me about it.

I have never had a boyfriend. Ever. And yes, I admit, it sucks at times. I’ve cried out to the Lord a lot of nights, asking why I have not found “the one”, why I don’t get flowers on Valentine’s Day, why no guy asks me out for a date. It even occurred to me that probably I might live my whole life single (considering the number of close relatives I have who are bachelors and old maids). It decreased my self-confidence, made me bitter, scared, and made me lower my standards.

One night I was praying, and I was talking to Him again about my love life (or lack thereof). I had just renewed my acceptance of Jesus and was rebuilding my relationship with Him, and was telling Him what I wanted in a partner, and noticed a change in my ‘preferences’. As I live a new life in the Lord and in His service, I want my future hubby to put the Lord first, above all else, and should be passionate about Him and, hopefully, serves Him also. I realized that if a man has those qualities, all the other nice things would follow (kindness, thoughtfulness, chivalry, etc). Of course, being good-looking won’t hurt, also, I told Him.

I have been asking for a man with those qualities, a man who will be worthy of my hand, whom I can look up to, respect, serve, love and adore. I’d like to call him “Sam” from Samuel, which meant “I have asked him from the Lord” (1 Samuel 1: 20b). This is what his mother Hannah decided to name him, after she, a barren woman, asked the Lord for a child, and He heard her cry.

I asked, “Lord how is Sam doing? How did his day go? When can I meet him?”

All I got was, “WAIT.”

And so I wait. As of today, there’re still no flowers delivered, no phone calls, no propositions. But I still continue to pray for this man, whom I believe exists. And every day the Lord assures me of this man’s existence, of how He is using this man in His service, molding him to be the worthy partner for me, the more I praise the Lord’s name, and grow to love ‘him’. Yes, I love this man, even if I don’t know him yet. And I’d like to believe that he loves me as well. But for now, he still has a lot of work to do for the Lord. And so do I. I am looking forward for that day that I will meet Sam face to face.

"But than anything else, put God's work first and do what he wants. Then the other things will be yours as well" Matthew 6:33 (Contemporary English Version)

Countryside development

Today is my fifth day as a banker. (Well, not in very strict terms, but I do work in a bank, you see. Does that still count?)

Anyway, I started last Friday (the 13th!) at the Corporate Affairs Department of LANDBANK. I never thought I would actually use my Civil Service Eligibility certification.

So far, so good. I get to write here. A lot. Sometimes I do more than that. Corporate communications has a lot of demands, especially if you're doing it for a company as big as this one. Busy, busy, busy.

I am enjoying it :)

My colleagues (led by my boss) are nice, accomodating, patient and, most important of all, crazy. My kinda crowd :p hehe

Now, my rural banks and cooperatives are waiting for me.

Photoshop Love II

"Golden Girl"

"Dreamhouse"

"Terno"

Photoshop Love

"At Home"

"The Door"

P4.56

It was kinda late and my colleagues and I were still in the office, finishing up work (as usual). And since we have not eaten out for the longest time (plus our tummies were on the brink of a revolution) we decided to have dinner out.

I asked if we can pass by an ATM first so I can get money to finance our impromptu thing (and my wallet’s as empty as my stomach). But no ATM was in sight nearby, so one of them paid for my food for the meantime (Lord bless her a thousand fold!). All was well, and the food was yummy.

I hitched a ride with another colleague who lives in Katipunan (I was planning to take a jeep to Cubao from Katipunan instead, coz I didn’t want to endure the long bus ride along EDSA). Still looking for an ATM machine, we decided to withdraw at the one beside Shoppersville.

I almost fainted when the machine ejected my card but no cash came out. When I checked my balance (before withdrawing from the ATM, always check your balance first) I only have P4.56 in my account!

Blessings in disguise

With that amount, and only twelve pesos in my coin purse, I almost considered walking home. But my angel, disguised as my co-worker, lent me money (Lord bless her a thousand fold!).

This incident brought to mind the sparrows and the wild flowers (Matthew 6: 31-32). They don’t worry where they’ll get their survival necessities for the Lord provides for them. If they are taken care of every day, what more am I, an adopted child of the King?

Of course, lessons are to be had from this. For one, I should start managing my finances (seriously).

Second, is that the Lord takes care of us. Always. Just when we are in the brink of falling off that edge of despair and hopelessness, He scoops us up just in time. During times when we think He is not around, He is behind us, ready to enter the picture at our first cry for help. And he does this through a variety of ways.

In my case, it was through co-workers, whose generosity made me see the night and days through (at least before the 15^th). It made me see that every circumstance is a “blessing opportunity”, where one stands the chance to receive blessings, if only they attune themselves to receiving it. I remember a pastor teaching on perception; the only thing the devil can’t take away from us during adverse moments is how we perceive such moment. In simpler terms, it pays to be optimistic.

Give ‘til it hurts

My friends’ generosity has also brought into mind the same act by the Good Samaritan, in which he extended generosity to someone whom he don’t even know. It entailed sacrifice on the Samaritan’s part, much as it entailed some sacrifice on my friends’ when they helped me out. It has to “hurt” at some point. But they love me that’s why they did it (and they’re reading this entry right now. Hehehe!)

It is said that we are blessed so that we may be able to share these blessings to others. It is nice to receive, but it is better to give, knowing that the your ‘loss’ is another one’s ‘gain’.

We are all called to extend this act of generosity to everyone. And generosity does not translate to financial or material things only. You may give your time (listening to a friend, accompanying them somewhere, etc) or talent (helping with a project, entertaining a lonely friend, etc). The possibilities are endless (as long as it’s for the other person’s betterment).

So now, I praise and thank the Lord, for my friends, for their generosity and friendship *insert “Maalaala Mo Kaya” theme here*

As for me, I better budget (take note not “budget better”) my money.

Born to Die

Two people were walking in the middle of the night, on their way to town. One of them was a man pulling a jackass on which a woman, his wife, was riding on. It was a cold night, and the woman was heavy with a baby. They have been walking for days and are in need of a place to stay for the evening.

They knocked at every door, only to be greeted with “no vacancy” signs. Weary and a bit nervous, for his wife might give birth any minute now, he knocked again at a door. Like the previous ones, the inn was occupied, but the keeper was kind enough to offer them the stable where the animals were kept. Beggars can’t be choosers, so they accepted it.

The woman gave birth there, a healthy boy, and wrapped the babe in strips of cloth and placed him on the manger, hay cushioning the delicate body.

Angels sang in the horizon about the birth of the Savior, Lord and Messiah, and called on shepherds to visit the new born baby that’s lying in a stable. Scholars from Far East were given advanced news and, by the guidance of a bright star, were on their way to see the newborn.

All honored him and brought him gifts fit for a king (for that’s who he is). The man and his wife’s hearts are overflowing with joy. The shepherds spread the word to everyone about the baby and all were astonished. The mother treasured this and pondered over them.

She has no idea what the message would mean to her, and especially to her son.

But even before she got to that, an angel warned them of a looming threat on the babe, and told them to escape faraway to Egypt, until the danger has passed. That peril was an order by the King to kill all young boys, threatened that a young child would take over his throne.

Blood was shed that time, but the newborn babe in the manger was spared. It was not yet his time.

The baby was presented to the temple, and wise words were said about him, to the astonishment of his parents. They lived a quiet life in his mother’s hometown, helping his father with his craft (for he is a carpenter).

After years of living like one of the people, he went out to different places and started preaching about love and salvation and a new kingdom. People were enamored by his presence and authority. But some felt threatened. As the priest Simeon told of him when he was presented at the temple “… he will be for [the multitudes] their rise or fall, a sign of contradiction. [He will] bring to light the secret thoughts of all.”

And so he was captured, tortured and hung on two pieces of wooden planks. The King, whom “all were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem” was treated like a low-life criminal. Funny thing about the whole thing was that he did not inasmuch threw a pebble on an unwitting donkey to deserve such punishment.

In the same way that he entered the world, he left it swaddled in strips of cloth.

Like a lamb… brought to slaughter, he did not open his mouth. - Isaiah 53:7

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And so the child who was born that cold fateful night was born so that he may die.

Our sins he borne on his shoulders, so that the punishment we truly deserve will be transferred to him. Why? Because he loves us so much he doesn’t want us to suffer the same fate he underwent. By his death we were given everlasting life.

It is the best Christmas gift we can ever have, and all we need to do is accept it. And since He is the only way to gaining that eternal life, so must we accept him, JESUS, as our only Savior, Lord and Messiah.

May everyone have a blessed and wonderful Christmas!

Reaching Out

It was a humid afternoon; the sun was starting to set. People are gathering quickly in the venue - a large rectangle open area, sandy for it is not concretized. The place is so dry that a handful of trees, mostly palms, are there. Patches of brown-green grass cover the ground. In front is an old adobe structure. Miniature dust tornadoes appear every now and then.

The crowd is made up mostly of children. They're sweaty and dirty, prolly due to playing all day under the sun. They seem not to mind the heat, for they were all smiles as they see us approach (‘dust angels’ as my companion described them). I was with a female companion, both in awe with the number of people gathered in the venue. I was thinking out loud about where the parents of these children are, and a kid shouted "They're in the farm!" My heart sank for these kids, but their smiles made it light again. I smiled at them, played with them for a while, and they told me that they are excited for what will happen later. Their enthusiasm got me excited, too.

We entered the adobe structure, walking along the old corridors that seem to have seen a number too many incidents that led to the present situation of the location where we were in. People, dressed the same way as the children, are everywhere. As I walk to my destination, I met an old friend (my companion disappeared). The last time I saw her was in sixth grade, and even though she was one of my closest buddies when we were still younger, competition in school drew us apart. She lives across my grandparents' house, and yet I don't get to see her whenever I visit there.

We were both surprised to see each other there. I was dumbfounded for a few minutes, then I asked her how she was, and what was she doing there, of all places. She smiled, said she was ok, then suddenly cried. She seemed to be carrying this huge burden all these years and it was just then that she got to tell it. I listen to her until she was ok, and assured her everything is going to be ok. She smiled, and we parted ways. Told her I have a meeting to go to.

I arrived at the venue, people still crowding the area. I saw another companion, told me to rush for the meeting has already started. Before I entered, the girl at the door asked me to get a Bible. There were different versions on the rack; I took one and entered the room. It was an air-conditioned room. I went inside, and saw familiar faces. I sat on the only space available, on the floor, beside him. And the meeting began. Our leader was teaching something that’s related to what we are about to do, related to the gathering outside. He read a verse from his Bible; his version is the same as mine. He then asked for someone with another version to read the same verse. He happened to have another version and read out loud. He saw that I have a different book so he shared his Bible with me. I read. I can’t see the letters that well, for it was so small that I moved closer to him. Since I was smaller than him, my head was resting on his shoulder while I was reading. He then leaned his head on mine, while we read and listened to our leader. I was surprised with that move, but I’ve gotten comfy with it right away – and so did he. The people around us didn’t seem to mind us. And we remained that way until the end of the meeting. Then we stood up. He helped me up, smiled at me and said

“It’s show time.”

Our leader opened two big oak doors, bright lights shone on our faces, for it was already dark outside, and we went out on stage, welcomed by wild cheers from the crowd.

* The following was a dream I had last night. The scenes were so vivid that I was compelled to write it down, so that I won’t forget it.

Random Ramblings

It has been eons ago since I last updated my blog (and the "eon" bit was partially a pun) :p

For those who didn't know YET, I have a new job (a 3-month old new job), in a stakeholder relations firm (to know what the heck that means, visit our site). Yes, I have crossed the fence, from publishing to public relations.

It has been a rollercoaster ride, I must say. It's stressful, fun, and very educational. And though I have received the culture shock of my 22-year existence, I am grateful for everything that happened. Heck, I can even say I'm happy, for "there is nothing better than for man to rejoice in his work; for this is his lot" (Eccl 3:22) I still believe that I was placed here for a purpose, a purpose that is yet to be revealed.

But heck, I have a nine-to-six work hour, wherein I arrive at the office before nine and leave way past after six. No, I am not yet a candidate for W.A. (Workaholics Anonymous) but give or take a few more years I might just be. (I am TOTALLY kidding.)

This new work is humbling, for most part. Humbling for it made me realize how much I do not know. It also made me realize a new level of submission to authority. It also took me out of my comfort zone (literally and figuratively). I never realized how 'pampered' I was back in the magazine, how relaxed the atmosphere was, until I got in the firm. Though those two industries don't differ much, it's the culture that's worlds apart.

In moments of weakness I tend to long for the past, thinking how good things WERE when I should be looking forward and moving on.

I also miss the routine I've had when I still living within Quezon City. It was a perfect triangle: home, office, ECR. But the habit was broken, and now I (or rather, the Lord) is dealing with my schedule.

I miss my friends. I actually miss having two jeepney rides, getting off in front of St. Luke’s, riding the trike to the gate of Rolling Hills Village and walking the dark roads to #51 10th St. every Mondays and Tuesdays, and first Wednesdays monthly. I miss hanging out with my KG sisters and my friends in community, the worship, the teachings, the laughter and the silly times after TR, hanging out by Lucille’s quaint stall, walking from ECR to the village gate.

And all the Lord has been telling me is wait… and wait in silence (am I such a loudmouth?! :p)

He’s also telling me something else, which my puny human mind can’t quite comprehend yet. It’s big, I’m quite afraid of it, should my hunch be true. I am asking for prayers: for clarity of mind, for wisdom and understanding.

Meanwhile…

Just do what I’m supposed to do. Continue with the race (or is it a fight?). Whichever it is, I am confident that I am not alone in it.

Oh yeah, I know how Joel Houston looks when he’s NOT looking like a yagit na magsasaka: really H-O-T-T *wink wink*

Video Post - The Freedom We Know

The current song stuck in my head, now with visuals :D From the "Mighty to Save" album :) My favorite-est track in the album ;)You'll see why :D