Adopted Joy

Adopted Joy

I was happy to see my eldest sister with a baby in her arms. For the first time, it was hers and not mine nor my other sister’s or brother’s. It was hers and that makes her really happy.

Ate is married for about nine years now. And since then, they’ve been waiting for the so-called “bundle of joy”. But when she got pregnant, it was ectopic that she has to undergo a laparoscopic surgery to remove pregnancy. I would remember how she cried over the phone when she broke the news to our family. She and her husband were abroad that time and not having us around especially our mother beside her adds to her burden. Years of waiting makes her longing for the joys that her siblings & close cousins were enjoying with their little angels. Though she was not vocal about it, I knew in my heart that she’s wanting to hold a baby of her own. I know I can’t do much than to let her enjoy Isaiah as much as she can but praying for her every time is always in my agenda.

Adoption was a consideration once but I think not all family members were favor of it so they dropped the idea. Ate, remained hopeful  until an opportunity of really  adopting a son came along. And so Marcus Ezekiel was welcomed to their little home. My brother-in-law has become visibly happy since then and my Ate was overjoyed. She almost doesn’t have time for herself lately but that’s the least of her concern. The smiles in Marcus’ face takes out her discomfort and make her laugh like she never did before.

Today is her 36th birthday and being a mother to Marcus is one of the best gifts that she ever had. She doesn’t know what lies ahead but her hope to conceived and give birth to a child of her own is still up. Impossible is not in God’s vocabulary and I am believing and praying for her and with her.

A Wife is A Helper

A Wife is A Helper

While I was growing up, I am exposed to how my mother would take care of my father’s need every time. From the office uniform that she needs to prepare to the food that she will serve him. She always makes sure that the best portion of the food is reserved for him which she sometimes addressed as “our King.” I have learned from my mother the value of putting your husband’s interest ahead of others.

When I got married, I realized that it’s innate for a wife to take care of a husband’s needs like my mother does. This morning, Kris called from upstairs saying he can’t find his new pants. So I went up and got it for him. He checked if it was he’s looking for as there were a couple of other pants with the same color hanging in the closet. He thanked me after. I turned on the fan when I noticed that he’s already sweating while putting his contact lenses. I prepared his undershirt & a pair of socks and pick up his things down on the floor. Through all the mess, he managed to share with me a good thought that he read from Maxwell’s book before leaving for work.

Being a wife is sometimes exhausting as I need to attend to a lot of my husband’s needs. Sometimes I feel like I’m a helper. But come to think of it, being a wife is really being a help to the husband. But unlike our house help that attends to our needs because it’s her job, I help my husband because I love him and I care too much for him. There’s nobody else could lovingly take care of my husband’s needs the way I do. And that we shouldn’t let anyone else do it for us.

To be a wife requires abundance in love because only through it, I can help & care for my husband tirelessly. I thank God that He always fills my heart with His own love for me that I have overflowing of it.

Genesis 2:18 The LORD God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.”

Not Our Own Strength

Not Our Own Strength

Kris & I were on our way home one night when I noticed her again, sitting outside of her house almost late every night. She poured out her heart to us once, as she told us that her husband is having other woman. Now she’s on guard of the husband and bothered whenever the husband is not home yet. I know it hurts too much to know that someone else shares with your husband. But I believe it’s equally hard to put everything in your hands thinking that you can put a stop into something that is not right.

When I got home a friend called. Her voice was uncertain as she admitted giving in to temptation. She had let go of a soul damaging relationship about a year ago which opened her door to knowing the so many wonderful plans that God has for her. She opened her heart to receive Jesus and started building a foundation to having an intimate relationship with Him. But she has lost control of her heart thinking that what she feels for the guy was love after all and believing that she can change him to what is accepted to her friends and family. Now she’s enveloped with confusion.

Two women in two different plights, both put everything into their hands to resolve their respective dilemma. Wishing that by doing so, they can make things better. It was heart breaking to know that some people close to me are suffering from hurts and confusion. And that sometimes, no matter how much I want to help them, I can only do so much because the decision is still theirs to make.

I believe it’s a question of whose STRENGTH it is that we are depending on that will make a difference in our lives. We can only do much with the daily challenges of life but acknowledging that we can’t do it on our own and depending on God’s strength to resolve it will make our burdens light. It is only with God that we can do all things, because He alone strengthens us.

Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Psalm 55:22 Cast your cares on the Lord and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous fall.

Breaking the Silence

Breaking the Silence

A week-long of hibernation (from the net world) & sadness has ended as I progressively accept the loss of my treasured memories stored in my Apple laptop along with hundreds of work files & documents. I have nothing but prayer of blessings for the person who stole it.

Here’s a short story

We spent the night in Taal Vista Hotel last holy week. On our way back home to Manila we stopped by The Cliffhouse, Tagaytay to eat lunch at Café Platito. As Kris parked the car, he brought out our laptop bags so it won’t be exposed to extreme heat of the noontime sun.

There were thirteen of us plus two toddlers. So we seated outside to accommodate everyone in the table. Kris placed our laptop bags on the bench behind him as we settled down to order food. Shortly after, he turned around to grab the bags only to see one bag left. The rest of the story was written on the police report.

13 inch Macbook

I was holding back my tears as I asked Isaiah to pray with me. He nodded & put his hands together and said amen after I said a quick prayer.

Kris gave me that Macbook as a gift on my 30th birthday few weeks after giving birth to Isaiah. Since then, it became a home for all of our fondest memories with our son. My heart bled for all those memories taken away that it didn’t make me sleep for a night or two. I would cry my heart out in the middle of the night and would ask God to convict the heart of that person. I’m also praying that I’ll be able to detach myself from my material loss.

Friends and even Kris would tell me that if the intention of the person was to steal it, there’s no reason that it will be given back to me. In my heart of hearts though, there was something more that I was holding on to, which Pastor Patrick asserted when he prayed for Kris & I. His prayer was exactly what was in my heart. And I know that God affirmed my faith by that supplication. It amazes me how God communicates to me through the people he sends my way.

It’s impossible to trace neither my Apple nor that person who got it but who said “impossible” is in God’s vocabulary?

FAITH is all there is and that is what I am holding on to.

In time, In God’s perfect time, I don’t know how, but I believe it will be given back to me as it is.

Mark 11:24 Whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.