GRACE TUCKED IN LETTERS

When I am lost in thoughts As my reality is beyond imagination When I am lost in clarity As my confusion is too overwhelming When I am lost in hope As my rigor is darker than it may seem When I am lost in courage As my battle is soul-trembling When I am lost in peace As my fear is overlapping with doubt When I am lost in faith As my chain is entrapping the light Remind me that when troubles weigh heavily Beyond what my shoulders can carry Beneath them I can still rise above Because You are there to carry me through That tomorrow is a new dawn And my morning is close at hand I will hinge on to a single truth I know and believe In You I can cease striving and just find my rest. Father, You will overcome!

Just like the previous years, 2015 has been a rollercoaster ride. Prayers left unanswered. Wishes not granted. Hopes faded. Defeats unfolded. Losses endured. Heart broken. Identity questioned. Detours taken. Fears entangled. Tears relentlessly fallen. Faith shaken. But, unlike the previous years, 2015 opened doors of revival, growth, reflection, forgiveness, reconciliation, opportunities, blessings, provision, deliverance, and overwhelming grace. I thank God for opening the floodgates of heaven and poured out so much blessings (Malachi 3:10)… For keeping my family stronger despite the incompleteness brought by my brother’s untimely death. Smiles were genuinely shared. Love was felt despite the distance.  (New year's family portrait) For my sister’s spiritual growth.  (Praise God for One2One) For my mother’s openness in my new faith. (Just few of her encouraging messages) For the quality time spent with my father eac...

We have known each other ever since elementary. Our friendship back then might be silent, distant at times, and devoid of close contacts and gestures simply because you had your own circle of friends and I had mine. But if there’s something that will forever be indelible in my heart, it will be the last moment I had with you at your last day. Because among all the encounters I had with you ever since childhood, that moment was the most intimate, the most genuine, and the most gentle which I will safe keep inside my heart for the rest of my life. To tell you honestly, aside from my brother’s death, your demise affected me in ways I did not expect. That morning when I held your hand to pray for you, when you leaned over my shoulder and cried up to that evening when I and Rea were outside the OR praying, waiting, bargaining for a glimpse of hope that you will come out from the door alive was tantamount to the pain and denial back when I lost my brother unexpectedly. I was broken beyond ...