How loud could silence be?

How a word could mean nothing?

How action speaks louder?

But silence is more deafening?


In those pausing and waiting

are lost words,

words that could mean everything

but were left unsaid.


Between words and action

are the guessing, thinking

how cowardice takes place?

how courage seems to deplete?


In those thinking and guessing,

our life unfolds

a story which never started but ended,

and that’s how this will end.



This is how Ed Sheeran music affects me.


Tell Me Your Story

Tell me your story.
Tell me why you laughed awhile ago;
what keeps you breathing.
Tell me your sorrows.
Tell me your wildest dream.
Tell me the reason of your smiles; the reason of that wet eyes.
Tell me the last book you’ve read; the last music you’ve heard.
Tell me about those heartaches; have you fallen in love?
Tell me a secret if you want to.
Tell me now or tell me later, I don’t mind, I’ll still listen.
Tell me what keeps you going, what keeps you awake at night.
Tell me anything you want.

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Friday Story: Halloween

She fears halloween.

It is not that she is afraid of vampires or werewolves.

It is not that she is terrified of ghosts or shadowless figures.

It is not that she fears spiders and bats.

She does not.

She fears halloween.

She is afraid that the blood circulating in her body will no longer circulate.

She is terrified that the ghosts of the past may bring her disgust and discomfort.

She fears that the interconnecting webs of the dark cave will swallow her.

She fears halloween because she is afraid of the dark

and how it never leaves

and how it is bound to stay.

To Autumn

This story moved me. 😥

“…I learned something that day: to never let pass a moment that I will live to regret…”

My First Fantasy Novel


To Autumn,

Junior high school was something, huh? To anyone else, I would have been nothing more than a loser, lunching all alone at my Table of Solitude. But, not to you. Since I had found myself to be the odd one out, you were the first to invite me in from the cold shoulders and demeaning air that stirs around one of those empty tables.

You sat with the bad kids, but you never belonged there. No, I don’t know how you ended up there. A gorgeous amethyst cast before swine.  With courage and healing, you touched me, brought me in from the cold. With that single touch, you brought my eyes to you. But, whenever you glanced my way, I was shy and turned away.

I remember the day I sat across the table from you. We were surrounded by the others, too. When my drink slipped down…

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Miracle for You

I was re-reading one of my favorite books of all time, “Road Trip” by Ru dela Torre, then I read this very inspiring story of a boy and a wife (well, they are different stories). I decided to share it with everyone since reading this gave me goosebumps.

Here’s the first story (wife’s story):

…Since the ICU was a restricted section, we opted to go to the ICU lounge instead. This was where the family and relatives of ICU patients were allowed to stay. We saw Amiel’s mom talking to some people in  the lounge who also had relatives admitted there.

She then introduced me to some of there people. Finding out that I was a minister, one lady asked if I could pray for her and her husband who was in the ICU after suffering from a heart attack. I instantly said yes.

I explained to her the need to welcome Jesus in her heart as her Lord and Savior and led her to a prayer of repentance. We then agreed in prayer for the quick recovery of her husband. After the prayer, the lady told me this very interesting story.

At around 9pm that night, she found herself staring at the window and asking God to send a minister (a pastor or a priest) who can pray for her and her husband. Desperate, she cried out, “Lord, if You really are a listening God, please send us a minister and let me know that You really are hearing my prayer.”

When she checked her wristwatch, however, she discovered it was already 9pm and she thought it would be no longer be possible for a minister to go to them because the hospital closes at about the same time. This was the reason why, when I was introduced to her, she immediately burst into tears. My presence was a confirmation that God really was listening to her prayers.

While she was telling me the story, I, too, was moved to tears because I knew that at that moment, that God used me to be a miracle. This was when I realized that the greatest thing is not to hear or see a miracle. The greatest experience is when you, yourself, become the miracle.

A couple of days later, this lady send me a text message thanking me and telling me that her husband has fully and miraculously recovered. I told her, “Ma’am, there is no need to thank me. Instead, it is I who need to thank you because you’ve allowed me to be God’s miracle for you.”

Okay, that’s it for now… I’ll be posting the boy’s story later on since I have to work first (hehe…). To read more of this story, visit the nearest Bookstore and buy the book. 🙂

Your Story (A Sunday Devotional)

Sunday – September 1, 2013 (from Godtube. Click Here)

As we make decisions in response to everyday situations, we don’t usually stop to unpack the why behind the what of our choices. We typically respond based on what we see; and, in doing so, we forget that almost every situation has a story behind it.

Jesus’ encounter with the woman at the well reminds us that our interactions with others and our own daily decisions do not occur in isolation (John 4:7). Hiding her expectation of being rejected under a guise of pragmatism, the Samaritan woman simply wanted to know she was loved. But neither she nor others could see how her story continued to drive her choices. The past is powerful; and if we could pull back the layers, we might be surprised to find how loudly our wounds speak—even in the little decisions of life. Defensive and accustomed to isolation, the Samaritan woman focused on the surface of her circumstances. She set out for water and planned to return to life as usual (v.12).

Just like the woman from Samaria, we try to navigate hard places in life by removing our decisions far from the realm of our story—keeping things focused on only the practical. We want to forget the past and move on in hopes of change, even though we ironically often choose behaviors that keep us chained to yesterday.

But for the woman at the well, and for us, Jesus redefines everything (2 Corinthians 5:17). He knew everything the woman had done throughout her life, and yet He still promised her that life could be different (John 4:10,13-14). By redeeming our story, He calls us to see beyond the past as we allow Him to take what was in order to bring about what will be (Jeremiah 29:11-14Colossians 1:13-14). —Regina Franklin