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Time for a change

I think I’ve complained enough to last me the rest of my life. I think I should just find things to be grateful about whenever I get the urge to whine and grumble.

So here goes.

To the people who work behind the scenes
Who stay up all night to finish the paperwork
Who come up with ideas for other people
Who makes us look good
Who miss time with their families
Who work sick
Who get yelled at
Who take the blame, but never get the credit

You guys who get your hands dirty so our feet wouldn’t
For those who wash the dishes.
Who clean up after us
Who work holidays
Who are there early to open and stay until the last person leaves to close up shop

Who don’t get paid enough.

THANK YOU.

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Our little River

Our littlest baby girl
You are a wonder

What makes you smile in your sleep?
Just how big is the world for you in your cradle
and in your mommy’s embrace?
Do you remember where you came from
before you got here?

Our little River
Our small wonder

 

 

thoughts for an old-new friend on the last day of the year

I’ve been thinking about what you said– about how you want things the way they were before between you and God.  And I’m telling you that you can’t get it back anymore, rather, you get something new. I don’t know if I explained myself all that well, but here’s more of what I have to say about that.

In the Bible, God said, “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” (Isaiah 43:18-19) And I just love it that we have a God who doesn’t want us to be stuck in a moment–whether it was good or not– but would rather open up new horizons, lay out new roads for us to travel, find nourishment for our souls in unexpected places.

My church, WinMakati, is moving to a new place next year– well, that’s actually in a few days. We’re having our service at Greenbelt 1 Cinema 2 on January 2. Every thing’s all packed up.  A few days ago, I stood there in the midst of all the packing and I found myself staring at the walls and corners where I had very vivid memories of the first time I had been there. It filled my heart with so much strangeness– a mixture of humor, chagrin, sadness in the light of what happened between then and now. I had to literally shake myself and order myself to move on. Give thanks for those times, move on. Soon, those walls would be torn down, those corners no more. The chairs we once sat on will be moved to the next center. There’s literally no going back.

Maybe this is another lesson for us, a literal application of the forward motion God is urging us to take– both as a church and as His children. There’s still so much more to Him than what we have known in the past, and how eager He is to show us more that He doesn’t want us to keep on hanging on to the old stuff!

Isn’t this exciting?!

And so I urge you, my dear old friend (yes, even if I haven’t heard from you for over a decade before you just popped back into existence in my world, I still consider you as my friend) to keep on moving forward. Keep on walking, reaching out for Him. Don’t be afraid to ask, to seek Him. He wants to be found! Call to Him and He will answer you! This desire– this longing that you have is from Him.

God writes a different story for each of us. Do not look and be envious of what I have, or what other people have. You have your own story with Him. Live this one. Don’t give up! It’s not always easy (because that would be boring!), but trust Him, stay with Him, and He’ll take you through a great adventure in His amazing grace.

Keep on going. Consider me as one of your cheerleaders.

Happy New Year. :)

p.s.

random thought:

January 1, 2011 is just another day, right? But why is it that we always like to think that January 1 is kinda like a reset? We hang on to the last few days of December, putting off what we want to do for January 1 because it seems like the perfect time for a new start.

But just like January 1 is just another day, every day is a perfect day for a new start. :)

caution: work in progress (an open letter to an old friend)

dear Melissa,

I don’t know if you still remember me, but we used to be classmates in fifth grade. I was the new kid in class and I didn’t know who to talk to. I stuck out like a sore thumb in my pink shirt and jeans outfit. My oversize glasses seemed like a good idea back then. Looking at my pictures now, it wasn’t. Your smile was the first direct acknowledgment of my presence in that strange classroom. You motioned me to the empty seat beside you and introduced yourself to me.

It didn’t take too long for me to know why the seat beside you was vacant. The other girls in class– at least the more outspoken ones, the pretty girls with their neat ponytails, and the teacher’s favorites– loudly demanded why I chose to sit with you. I saw why. In first few weeks of school, they taunted you, they made you yell, throw things in anger, and make a fool out of yourself while they laughed. They said you were sick, that’s why they tried their best to make you angry. It was funny when you got angry.

I remember standing up for you– for a while. I couldn’t understand why they would treat you like this. You were my only friend in class. The girls gave me hell for it. Soon, they started calling me names and hating me. That was a new experience for me. I had always gotten along with everybody before, and just stayed out of people’s way if I think they could hurt me. It was weird because this was my first time to be in a Christian school too. This was how Christian kids behaved in a Christian school?

I don’t know how it eventually happened, but the same girls who used to yell how much they hate me in front of the class became my friends. I even got invited to a sleepover with them.

Then I started noticing just how different you were from us, how much bigger you were than the rest of us. I noticed the funny way you talked and walked. I laughed when the boys made you cry. I didn’t want to be seen with you anymore. I moved two seats up front, with the popular girls and never looked back.

You moved to another school the next year. I didn’t see you anymore, but sometimes I remember you and I wonder how you are now. Did you make friends in your new school? Did they treat you better than we ever did? Did you get better? Did you lose weight? Did you move out of the country, or maybe you’re working in the same city I live in now? Do we shop in the same mall? Did you fall in love with a man who loves you back? Are you happy now?

I tried looking for you online, but I haven’t found you yet. I guess you wouldn’t like it if I brought this all up if ever I do find you. I wouldn’t want anybody else to bring it up for me. We weren’t nice to you at all. I wish I had stuck up for you, but it’s too late to take any of that back now.

I guess I just want to say I’m sorry. We didn’t know any better, and I’m glad that I’m not like that now. I’m sure we’ve both gone a long way since then. For that I’m really grateful.

Anyway, thanks for being nice to the new kid. God bless you, wherever you are today.