Just Believe

This morning, I woke up my husband and kids to some good news from Jude’s mom.

Jude’s Mom’s FB Update: The doctor came by to tell us they found no traces of leukemia. Although he only has 400 marrow cells present (and wants to see at least 10,000) and cannot be “officially” in remission. Jude will be retested in two weeks. It’s still good news because if there had been any cancer, they would’ve started him again with chemo tonight. Thank you God!!!

Thank you to all who prayed with us yesterday. Jude’s fight is not over yet and we ask you for more prayers for the coming weeks so God will work more miracles in Jude’s life. Right now, it’s hard to wipe these silly grins off our faces as we savor and relish this piece of good news.

I believe in miracles and let me tell you why.

In 2003, my dad had two consecutive hemorrhagic strokes, his sixth and seventh in ten years. Inside the Intensive Care Unit weeks after his initial confinement, his stats suddenly plummeted. When they worked him up, they found a leaking aortic aneurysm. Because he was very unstable, they worked on him medically for days before finally scheduling him for surgery. During those days, he hovered between life and death, between long bouts of sleep and brief moments of consciousness. Dad’s surgeons were not hopeful but were willing to brave the odds. When the surgeons opened him up, they found out the aneurysm had not leaked. It had burst, and by their estimation, it had happened days earlier. The doctors also found a fistula on a large leg vein which siphoned off the blood spilling from his aorta. Without this anomaly, my dad would have died on February 9, 2003, my son’s tenth birthday.

I believe in miracles.

It happened to us and it can happen to you.

Just believe.



Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.” ~ Kahlil Gibran

In August of 2008, my husband, son Alex, and I watched a concert. As is our tradition, I kept the tickets as souvenirs of the night. I left them on my bedside table and kept a mental note to remember to store them in the family memory box. A few days later, however, I noticed the tickets were damp; one was completely wet. I had inadvertently left a glass of water unattended. The condensation had dripped off the chilled glass and onto the things I had on the table. Not wanting to throw the tickets out, I left them face up to dry.

The next day, I found this.

What do you see?

I got goose pimples when I first saw this. I am not a superstitious person and somewhere in the back of my rational mind, I believe that the figure I see in this scrap of paper was created by nothing more than happenstance or coincidence. And yet, my heart believes otherwise.

What do I see, you ask? I see a man, with his head slightly bowed, his arms stretched upwards.  In my heart, I believe the man to be Jesus, as He was on the cross.

I will not try to convince anyone else of what I see or what I believe. I show this only as a reminder that even in this most ordinary world, some things still cannot be explained except by faith.

To the Man who died on the cross for us, may we always be worthy of Your sacrifice, Lord.

Have a blessed Holy Week, everyone, and see you next week!

The Gift

the-gift-01Two weeks ago, I was absolutely strapped for cash. For the first time in a really long time, I lost track of all my spending and ended up not having a lot to spare. Yes, it would have been very easy to ask my husband for more money, and I know he would have found a way to give it too, even if it hurts (he is that kind, thank You, Lord), BUT having just a smidgen of pride left, I decided not to. I thought that since I created this problem, I ought to learn from it. For the next two weeks, I decided, I would have to be content with having less than P300 in my pocket, and I would have to tighten my finances and curb any impulse to buy anything.

It sounds rather silly, thinking about my predicament, especially since so many people in our country actually do subsist on so much less. I think that was what put it in perspective for me. And so, while this little worrying thought (the persistent what-if?) nagged at the back of my head, I was able to put it aside and not dwell too much on it.

One Friday, as I did my normal thrice-weekly run, I was drawn to a chapel along my route. I heard voices singing and I felt compelled to come in to listen to mass. When Offertory came, I got what I was carrying on me (PhP200) and dropped half in the collections basket. “God, please, just take care of me,” I whispered a silent prayer. As mass ended, I felt incredibly lighter and worry-free. For the first time in days, I could even smile about my last P100 bill.

When I got home that day, my inbox was filled with news of sales and new items for Hello Kitty collectors. I enjoyed looking at them as I browsed through pictures. I opened my network accounts, reading through news of friends and relatives. One item caught my eye and I hurriedly clicked on the link. One of my generous friends, Sonia, had held a special raffle of Hello Kitty items in honor of her birthday, and to my surprise, I had won! First prize, can you imagine that!


I’ve never really been lucky in games of chance and  raffles; I’ve never won anything remotely interesting in my life from any of them (well, except for a golf cap I got as 15th consolation prize  from a Tropical Hut promo when I was 13), so this was both a blessing and a surprise. I was so giddy  with excitement that I called everyone in the house and showed them the lovely HK cosmetic carry case I had won. We jumped up and down and shrieked and laughed. Judging from our reactions, you’d think I’d have won the lotto.

That night, before I went to bed, I thought about how God really took care of me that day. Of how he gave me a gift to remind me that His love heals all worries. My troubles seem silly and petty when seen against the backdrop of the world’s greater problems, but I think of this incident as a little nudge from God, reminding me to be faithful.

So thank you, dear Sonia, for your generous gesture of sharing. And thank you, dear Lord, always, for Your gifts of friends and love in my life always.


It’s early Friday morning, and already, I feel tired. The long days have taken their toll on me; I can’t wait for the weekend to come. But wait! I just remembered, this weekend, I still have things to do- errands to run and a million other chores to finish. Just thinking about them makes me feel down.

But this always happens, and I mean, always. When I am down in the dumps, something always comes my way to lift my spirits up and remind me that I live not for the million chores of life, but for Someone else.

And then I let myself start to breathe normally again. One breath in, one breath out, and so on, and so forth, until I am no longer frazzled or harried. And I remember TGIF- and I don’t mean “Thank God It’s Friday,” but “Thank God It’s Forever.”

Because indeed it is. HIS love is forever.


To:             YOU
Date:          TODAY
From:         GOD
Subject:      YOURSELF
Reference:  LIFE

This is God.  Today I will be handling All of your problems for you.  I do Not need your help.  So, have a nice day.

I love you. 

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Silent Reflection

Just one of those days when nothing seems right. I burnt my laminator to a crisp while making PECS cards last night. A brought it to the repair center today and it set us back a tidy sum to have it repaired (I think I fried the heating element). Then, after 40 minutes of Wii Fit this morning, I forgot I left the game disc when I turned it off. When I turned it on again, I heard a popping sound and the Wii won’t start anymore. I have to wait for A to come home to look at it. I’m hoping it isn’t broken…

I’m complaining, I know… which is pretty bad considering the circumstances of the world today. Gas is at an alltime high. The cost of energy has significantly increased just in the last few months. Food is so expensive (imagine, a can of luncheon meat costs 1/7 of the minimum daily wage in the country!). People line up almost all day just to get a kilo or two of cheap rice (I see them everyday; I live rather near a government rice depot.) The list goes on…

And just when I am feeling low, along comes this beautiful reminder of hope. That while there are many things out there that can hurt us, He is always there to shield us and protect us from the hailstorms of life.

I’m hanging in here, my friends. Hope you all are too. 

Dancing With God


My father-in-law sent me this by email today, and I figured, what better way to start a week’s worth of blogging than this? 

Dancing With God   

When I meditated on the word Guidance, I kept seeing “dance” at the end of the word. I remember reading that doing God’s will is a lot like dancing.When two people try to lead, nothing feels right.The movement doesn’t flow with the music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.  

When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead, both bodies begin to flow with the music.One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back or by pressing lightly in one direction or another.It’s as if two become one body, moving beautifully.The dance takes surrender, willingness, and attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other. 

My eyes drew back to the word Guidance.When I saw “G: I thought of God, followed by “u” and “i”.“God, “u” and “i” dance.”God, you, and I dance. 

As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust that I would get guidance about my life.Once again, I became willing to let God lead. 

My prayer for you today is that God’s blessings and mercies be upon you on this day and every day.May you abide in God as God abides in you.Dance together with God, trusting God to lead and to guide you through each season of your life. 

This prayer is powerful, and there is nothing attached.If God has done anything for you in your life, please share this message with someone else, for prayer is one of the best gifts we can receive.There is no cost but a lot of rewards; so let’s continue to pray for one another. 

And I Hope You Dance!!!!!!!!

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