it's not a diary. it's a JOURNAL

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ok so basically I lost my voice since yesterday. I thank God for a day full of rest. I got to continue reading the book that has been abandoned for months. I finally got to watch Boss Baby online and successfully surprised myself when hearing my hoarse half-laughter-half-something-else lol. (Seriously, I sound terrible). And I got to cook! After all these times.... Anyway. Before going back to work with or without voice tomorrow, I gotta write something down for my future-self. These past few weeks got me thinking. I mean, a serious kind. Not the "what to eat for tomorrow lunch" kinda thought. I was thinking about the future. And the calling He has placed in my heart. It's like a hidden treasure. Something I'm holding on to when I need to make choices, or when the going gets, well, not so easy. While resting today, I was reminded that I still have loooong way to go in learning the art of resting in God. While life is full o...

So this weekend, my mom and Febe was in town. In fact, I've just sent them off a few hours ago. WOW! Wow God wow! That's all I can say.. I'm loving every second I spent with the two. Good food, good times. But above them all, good talk. The best kind of talk where God is so evident, so powerful, so ever-present, in everything that we said. Sometimes we tend to talk about God's miracle like it was so far away, so abstract, when actually it is right there in front of us. So tangible, we can grasp it with our hands. For example, when Febe mentioned about Dad and the accident and his sickness. We can see how God allowed his pride to be crushed. And out of a new-found humility, God shaped His character : more Christ, less of himself. I knew who my dad was, and I know who he is now. And all I can see is miracle written all over him. Through the worst the world can assume, God brings in His best for our good. Not to mentioned how God put a heart o...