To realize God can bring joy to the most unexpected moment is to realize how great He is, how great His love is, how great His mercy is.
You never fail to surprise me, Lord! You never fail to show Your greatness! You never fail to give joy. You are the ultimate joy-bringer, hope-bringer and rest-bringer.
Thank you, Lord!
P.S. I can’t contain the joy I am feeling right now. I can’t really put it to right word.
I have been really consistently inconsistent in updating this side of my blog. Even though I tried so hard to rationalize and reason out why I’ve been MIA here in my Book of the Month feature, no reason will ever suffice; because the real reason is I am too lazy to think, review and write about this particular topic.
Also, it is hard to choose a book which really gets my emotions. I’ve been reading fairly average lately and it seems no book has really captured my heart that much. Actually, I am really missing reading something dark or deep or something mind-boggling enough. The last time I can remember was last December, I’ve read The Sun is Also a Star in one day. However, the books I’ve been reading now-a-days are just too familiar or what I call my cup of tea: funny Mythology, Christian Non-fiction, an overrated YA novel, Classics from Lewis & Steinback and a Christian book adaptation. All those are in my comfort zone.
I am just looking for something that will resonate my deepest emotions, that can give me a heartbreak (without the actual heartbreak), or something that will challenge my preconceived notion about life.
So, instead of telling you about my favorite book for the 1st quarter of the year, I’ll be giving you some quotable quotes from the books I’ve read:
Skulduggery Pleasant: The Faceless Ones by Derek Landy
Regret No More: Letting Go of Yesterday’s Sorrows by Nelson Dy
Found: Letters on Love, Life and God by Isa Garcia
Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell
Of Mice & Men by John Steinback
The Son of Sobek by Rick Riordan
War Room: Payer is a Powerful Weapon by Chris Fabry
Who Would Have Thought by Acel Van-Ommen
Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon
Magnus Chase: The Sword of Summer by Rick Riordan
So, I think that’s it. Hopefully, this suffice my MIA for months.
“This is a story about love, adventure and friendship with a heroine who dares to disturb the universe because she can rest in the certainty that she will always be… FOUND” – Found, Isa Garcia
Before I start, I wanted to tell all of you that this month I am fully fulfilled as a book nerd. I did not expect to read 5 books on January. One Yey for me.
With these five books, I can’t choose which book will be the Book of the Month. There you have Regret No More by Nelson Dy in which I learned so much from it; Skulduggery Pleasant The Faceless Ones by Derek Landy which I did not expect it will be good and of course the cliffhanger; Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell, my first YA of the year, which is unexpectedly good also; Of Mice and Men by John Steinback which is as usual can rip my heart into a million pieces, and; Found by Isa Garcia.
But because Found is too beautiful both its aesthetics and context, I will choose it as January’s Book of the Month.
Have you ever felt that seemingly in this world full of people, no one can get you? No one can feel you? I, sometimes, feel that way. I thought no one is feeling and thinking the way I do. I thought I am alone in this. But then, there is this book that speaks whatever my mouth cannot utter, my mind cannot put into precise context and that’s Found by Isa Garcia. And I am grateful to read this.
Found is a collection of letters on love, life and God. I love the letters inside plus the postcards.
So, as a whole, Found is an easy read and inspiring book. If you are a girl who is lost or who finds it hard to get along with life… this book is for you.
“Creativity is intelligence having fun” – Albert Einstein
Maybe, I get God on why He chose to create this world.
Creating something out of nothing is fulfilling. And it is more fulfilling to know that the thing you create serves as an inspiration and gives you a purpose.
One of my many passions is creating something out of nothing — putting it into 3 letters — DIY. I love creating stuff. Creating an ordinary item into an extraordinary one. Recycling unusable items into a usable one. I love generating and implementing ideas. I love how simple ideas come to life. I love the idea that on a simple thing you do, you make the world a better and pretty place.
And to my surprise, many are just like me. Maybe doing DIY is more cost-efficient or maybe it becomes a hobby. But what I am sure of is making art is purposeful and fulfilling.
In these, I am inspired to work on a new project involving arts. And now, I am inviting all creatives to answer this brief survey, actually it is more of knowing your story as an (
There’s another brick in the wall, challenges that might scar and falter one’s faith. But just like the brick in the wall, being strong and unfazed is the only way to go; strengthened by hope, held by faith, and embraced by love.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
Life is fragile. It can break us or make us. It can leave you without a warning or it stays until the fulfillment of our purpose. Life in itself is unfathomable. But what we are capable of knowing is that: life is short. So short it is that you and I should embrace and give it importance.
Be truthful but nice at the same time. Stop complaining, start doing. Pray and hope. Speak life. Don’t lie. Love people. Appreciate the sky and its ever moving and changing nature. Create beautiful things and beautify the world. Be kind and remember that everything you do has a ripple effect. Don’t worry. Stop bringing drama, start giving laughter and joy to someone. Inspire others.
Life is about relationship. It is never about material things. It is never about achievements. It is about how you smile when someone needs your smile. It is about helping others when someone loses hope. It is about you and me in this world, loving and caring one another, looking out for each other, taking time to talk to each other, taking time to appreciate everyone’s life.
Life seems busy these days. I have my own priorities and responsibilities, and sadly, it seems it does not include You. It seems like I am slipping away. Yes, I am slipping away badly.
It was 2012, October to be exact when I said yes to You. It was a good feeling. It was like starting to read a much hyped and awaited novel, all the feels of every word as I touch each page. I promised to never forget the story, the names of the character, the quotes. It was serene, exciting and overwhelming all at once. My heart was focused. I want You. I want You badly. And that day, You made me feel that You wanted me badly and I was the apple of Your eyes too. But like all the novels read, even how much I loved the story line, the characters, and the feels, once I am in the real world and years passed by doing what I am supposed to be doing, the story begins to blur.
Our relationship takes its turn to blur. I know it’s me. And it’s me all along. Trusting anyone besides myself is not an easy task. And for me to trust You with my whole heart is a huge challenge for me. Let alone Someone whom I cannot see. You said, “talk to Me.” But there are days when I feel talking to you is a chore. When You wanted me close to You, “I said no.” I have never been this close to anyone. And I set many conditions. It’s like I am haggling in the market for a kilo of fish.
I know this relationship is not about me, it is never about me. But the prideful me would like to think it is all about me.
Maybe the long-distance relationship is not for me. You are there and I am down here. Even Your voice seems too difficult to hear. What I wanted all along is to hear Your voice clearly, to feel You deeply, to see You eye-to-eye and for You to tell me Your plans. But life seems to interfere. Without You being tangible in my life made me doubt and feel worthless. It made me feel unlovable, ugly and mean.
Or maybe, I am not used to Someone who would call me “Mine.” I am not used to Someone whose eyes are set on me. I am not used to Someone who would think of me first before Himself. I am not used to Someone who would only ask me for my whole heart and nothing else. I am not used to Someone who sees all the uglies in my life but still chooses to be with me. Because to be honest, I cannot do those things for You. I am not capable of selfless love. I am not capable doing what You could do. What I am capable of is being the same old me. I AM NOT USED TO SOMEONE LOVING ME.
I am not used to that thing called love. I am not used to being owned by someone. But still, You call me “Mine.”
And I wanted our relationship to flourish. I would like to utter the same words You are telling me. I wanted to be Yours and Yours alone… O Lord, I want to be Yours. Tell me… Lord, how to be Yours?
Your stubborn child,
An endless chase of what’s ahead
Counting the whites in your head.
They say fear is the only thing we should fear.
But why love strangle me into a deep sleep?
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I never had a deep conversation with my earthly father. Never had he advised me of anything directly. But, what he doesn’t know is that he taught me many things in life.
(1) My father taught me to be angry. Angry to injustice. Angry to impartiality. Angry to things I should be angry about.
Anger is the right response to something that is so wrong. – The Shack, William Young
(2) My father taught me to respect. Respect the elders. Respect authorities. And most of all, he taught me to respect my mother.
Respect your mother more than me. – My father, every time one of us argues with my mother
(3) My father taught me to be prudent. Prudent about things. Prudent about money. Prudent about the things I worked hard for. If he could recycle things, he will. Well, that’s why I am “
(4) My father taught me to protect everyone I love.
I remembered that time when my father saw me crying in a food court. He asked me why. I said, I had an argument to a guy who whined about me being there at his table. You know, what he did, he looked for that guy. I was thankful that the guy wasn’t there anymore because if he was there, he would see a father in his volcanic eruption.
(5) My father taught me to halt. Halt when I know that I will never win an argument. Halt when life slaps you in your way. Halt when things go wrong.
He never won any argument with my mom. In that case, he just shut up and listen to my mother.
(6) My father taught me to accept things as they are. Accept life. Accept consequences. Accept failures.
(7) But most importantly, as much as I need to accept failures and consequences as it is, my father also taught me to go on, not to give up, not to drown myself with things I cannot control.
Many failures and problems have come my family’s way. My father faltered in a moment, but through his acceptance of the situation and his unending care for us, he got up and get back to the real world.
My father, through his actions, reminds me to keep moving forward. He reminds me that love is not only a noun, but a verb, an action word. He reminds me that in this conditional world, we can still find unconditional love (with a mixture of whining on the side. hehe!).
Belated Happy Father’s Day!