4.01.2016

Book Recommendation: Vanishing Grace by Philip Yancey

I have read many Philip Yancey books, all of which spoke to me strongly during various seasons of my life. This book, however, not only did that but also sealed him as my favorite Christian writer.

I don't do reviews, I'm not equipped to bring justice to whatever it is I read, good or bad. But, this book called out the way the Christians' message of grace is being carried out at present in a very gracious manner that, I feel, is where the power of this book lies. The way it was written showed that Yancey practices what he preaches.

I have always been fascinated about the topic of grace. Whenever I share it to others, I always tell people that I see my 'experience and knowledge' about grace as just the tip of the iceberg and there is much more I haven't seen hidden under the water. But, this book is simply not about grace. It is about how we, as Christians, have muddled the message of grace along the way. In this book, Yancey calls everyone to reflect on how we personally carry the message of grace by addressing the fact that "... many people do not hear our message as good news".

Anyway, I do not wish to write a pitch about this book. I really just want to celebrate such a great book by writing about it. But, if ever you see it in a bookstore, I suggest you pick it up. It's not the lightest of read because every chapter will bring you to a reflection about yourself but reading it will give you a lot of learnings, written and not, to a point it's life changing.

3.16.2016

Motherhood 101: The Saga Continues...

We’ve already crossed that 1 year and a half of waiting to be pregnant and we’re still not. I originally wanted to chronicle this journey of mine to educate and share my experiences to others but failed to do so as life happened. See, I’m not really a writer so in order to write I need to sit down, focus and be consumed by an urge to write something.

Before I continue, allow me to say that this journey is a battle and not an easy one. I’ve had my share of not-so-proud-of-myself self-pity moments as well as the crazy cry-one-day-laugh-the-next moments. This story has tested my limits physically, mentally and most especially, spiritually. And, as I write, I know I am still being tested each day but, in all this, God has showed me He is and forever will remain sovereign.

In my last entry about this I listed the possible causes of recurrent miscarriage. Ever since that time, I underwent a number of tests that thankfully, all turned out to be negative but one that gave borderline results. This test is my APAS lab test. 

In keeping with an informative format of sharing my story, allow me to define APAS. APAS or Antiphospholipid Antibody Syndrome is “a group of clinical manifestations associated with the presence of high levels of antiphospholipid antibodies in the blood … associated with recurrent thromboses (formation of blood clots) in the venous or arterial circulation” (www.myvmc.com/diseases/antiphospholipid-antibody-syndrome-apas). This means that it is possible (because of my borderline results) that when an embryo attaches itself to my uterine wall to get nutrients delivered by my blood, that connection could clot and thereby, cut off the oxygen and nutrients needed by the embryo to grow.

With my lab results, my doctor’s recommendation is to take aspirin, a blood thinner, once I get pregnant. However, after more than a year and a half wait, my REI doctor is recommending additional procedures and one of which is to check with an immunological doctor. The reason being is that one’s immunity can affect pregnancy before, during and after it happens, the details of which merits a totally different entry. However, if you want to be informed, I recommend visiting www.natural-fertility-info.com/immune-infertility.html.

We’ve already consulted with an immunological doctor and have begun the second phase of this journey. I’m not sure how long this will last but something inside me tells me we’re down to our last stretch. Ofcourse, the outcome of all this I am absolutely certain I want to go in one direction but, I know, whatever the outcome will be is all under God’s will. Still I pray, and invite you to pray with me, that I will be able to write about better days and answered prayers soon.     

3.01.2016

God of Hope



Don't need the answers or know it all
'Cause You're the compass for my wandering heart

1.12.2016

Ushering in 2016





It’s the second week of 2016 and our church has just finished prayer and fasting the week before. It has been an annual activity for O and me to join our church in our start-of-the-year, corporate prayer and fasting. Along with that, we write down our faith goals for the year before the start of prayer and fasting. Personally, for me, this gives our prayer and fasting more direction as we bring to mind the things we, consciously or subconsciously, individually or as a couple, aspire for.

For the past years, when I pray and fast, I read God’s Word as much as I can and from there, piece out what God is saying to me. This worked for me for the past prayer and fasting activities because as I get to understand the true meaning of God’s written word, I realize things about myself that I need to pray for. That is why for our 2016 prayer and fasting, my expectations were pretty much the same as the previous years: write down faith goals, fast, read the Bible, get what God is saying in His word, pray about our faith goals.

As I started my fast, I read God’s word hoping for realizations to come. However, on the first night, after reading Job, I decided to spend actual quiet time and seek out God. I decided to do so because I wanted to hear a direct word from Him, something not written in the chapter I just read.

As I closed my eyes, I cleared my thoughts and started praising Him. Now, clearing my thoughts wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, random things crept in and out of my mind continuously. Still, I decided to meditate on Him and found myself asking for a word from Him. This lasted for a while: praising God, fighting back my thoughts, disciplining myself to meditate on Him and asking for a word.

God, however, did not give me a word or a bible verse as encouragement for the things I am praying for that night. Instead, He led me to lay all the things I want to happen in my life before Him, making me let go of my faith goals that has always been somewhat of a baggage that I bring whenever I pray to Him. He made me realize that what I really need to do is to learn to seek His presence, not for anything, but for His presence alone. He showed to me that with His presence in my life, everything else would follow. He told me that for 2016, I should seek more of His presence before anything.

Whenever it's the season of prayer and fasting, I have always heard my pastors and churchmates say “to seek God”. And, as I hear it over and over again, I guess it has become a cliché for me. Yes, there is always that part of seeking God but how much of the time I spend with God do I really spend seeking Him and how much do I spend itemizing to Him the things I want to happen in my life. This is what God made me realize (and corrected with me) in this year’s prayer and fasting: to see that His presence is the sweetest prize I could ever hope to receive.


This is how God set my 2016. And it somewhat makes me excited.

1.11.2016

Chorus

My King, my Lord, my Savior
You have filled my heart with wonder
You have lived and died for this soldier
Now I live to honor You

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Not much of a songwriter but this echoed to me over and over again during my quiet time. If I had a complete song, this would be the chorus.

8.04.2015

Love Never Fails

A sigh for every bit of this song. The voice, the melody, the lyrics... I do feel the LOVE. 😘


3.30.2015

My Lessons After College


I think the 20s is, symbolically, the groundbreaking of anyone’s adult life. Yes, we all learn a lot of things while we are students but, I believe, no amount of theoretical studies could fully prepare us for life as an adult. As students we accumulate a lot of skills to use for our future “dream” jobs but our jobs is only a part, if not a small part, of our lives. Life, as it has reminded me over and over again, is much more than the mundane.

Now, I am not an expert in the topic of things-you-will-learn-during-your-20s. As a disclaimer, this is not a Tuesdays-with-Morrie-ish kind of article. I am not about to give you the secrets to a happy third decade of your life. What I am about to share are a few things I learned during that time, things that makes me who I am now.

The power to decide is about as fearsome as it is exciting. For as long as we can remember, we have been making decisions. When you were a kid and someone gave you a candy, what you did with it – ate it right away, pocketed it for a later time or gave it to someone else - was a decision. Decisions were not exactly new during my 20s but decisions with lifelong consequences was a different story.

I remember the first time I realized how being an “adult” was. There was freedom. Freedom from the pressures given by an institution that dictates who I will be 4 or 5 years from a certain time, who I currently am thru a series of prerequisites taken and not taken and whether I was good enough thru a system of feedback majorly dependent on examinations. I loved it for the sheer possibility of being able to solely decide and dictate who I will be a day, a month or a year from a certain time.  But after getting used to this freedom and finding myself having disjoint pieces of plans and some blurred vision of a future 3 years after graduating, I started longing for the same things I loathed – the curriculum, the program, the tests.

Life as an “adult” was a life run by decisions. You decide where you want to go and you decide how you’ll get there. Your friends and family could tell you what they think is right or wrong but ultimately, what you, yourself, will take as right or wrong will also be your decision. No one can directly tell you if you’re on the right track to your dreams but what you will use as your gauge will also be yours to decide.

What is essential is invisible to the eye. I’ve heard somewhere that traveling is good for the soul. Maybe it’s because you’re out of your comfort zone or because you gain a different perspective as you try to get to know a new culture or because of the simple fact you get to see a new place that is not part of your everyday world. Whatever it is, I firmly believe that traveling transforms people, especially traveling abroad.

The last time I was out of the country due to work was when I was 25. Out of all my out-of-the-country experiences, this was the “grandest” as this was the farthest and the longest I have been away from home. I traveled to Germany alone on an almost 14-hour trip inclusive of the connecting flights, waiting time, getting lost and catching trains.

I remember as I was leaving the country, I had no qualms. I was just excited, confident on my “traveling” abilities. However, the moment I reached the place I was going to stay in for 2 months, I suddenly found myself crying. Without any means to contact my non-techie parents - no load, no skype, no YMs - and without a friend physically present to talk to, the thought of being miles away from home with a 6-hour time difference and lots of oceans in between that I wouldn’t be able to cross even if I wanted to, I wanted to go home.

I may have not consciously realized it back then but I knew this was a defining moment in my life. This was the time I realized that no amount of money could compensate for the loss of not being able to spend quality time with your loved ones. Time, particularly time spent with people who matter in my life, was more essential than any material thing.

Love is the fuel that will make us go on. At the risk of sounding negative, let me say, life is a series of routines. We wake up, take a bath, commute to work, go to work, work for - give and take - 8 hours, commute from work, get ready to sleep and then, wake up again the next day. This happens for majority of our days, 5 to 6 days a week for 52 weeks in a year. I’m not really the suicidal type but if we just look at what happens in our days and realize that this is what majorly composes what we do with our life, what is the point of living then? These were the thoughts I had when I was in my late 20s. Initially, I viewed the question as a rhetorical one, but eventually, I had my answer.

If we are going to look at life as the series of events we do day in and day out, then, there is really no point in living. But, this is not why we live. We live because of the love that surrounds us – the love that we receive and the love that we give. Without love, everything is pointless. We don’t work because of working per se, we work because we love to provide to the people we love. We don’t wake up for the sole purpose of waking up, we wake up and stand up from our beds because we know that what we will do is something that will benefit our loved ones, directly or indirectly. Love is what propels us to move. It is the reason why we continue to live – the physical breathe-in-the-air kind of living as well as the earning-money kind of living. 

Its been10 years since I graduated from college and transitioned over to the “real world”. In that decade, and at one point during that time, I started to wear a lot of hats - a taxpayer, a commuter, a driver, a Frisbee enthusiast, a breadwinner, a wife, a tita, a cook, a student, an engineer, a developer, a jetsetter, a Japanese culture addict, etc. I suddenly found myself needing to fulfill a number of responsibilities that it wasn’t exactly hard to loose myself.

Now, it is not my goal for you to adapt the things I learned and take it as your own truth. My simple desire in writing this is to challenge you to look at the things life is teaching you and use it to define who you are. We will be a lot of things in our life – some, at one point after another and some, all at once – but these “things” is not who you are. Do not let life define you. Instead, define what your life is going to be. Get to know who you really are by knowing the principles you believe in and the things you hold firm in your heart.