Moving on

This is my first post that will not be sharing a kilig moment. I'm actually feeling on the low side. 

The truth is... I discovered accidentally that the young man I have been admiring may also have feelings for me. Circumstances being what they are, the right thing to do is to leave it alone... let it die a natural death. But knowing what I know strengthens my feelings and makes it harder to let him go. 

Eternity. Eternity is the goal. Just a few more years of loneliness... kaunti na lang... I could be more than halfway to the end of the finish line. Just keep running the race. It's a marathon. Eternity is the goal. Stay focused on Jesus.

Kulang lang ito sa dasal. I just need to pray more. But in the meantime, I will feel my sadness and grieve a little. 

Just in time

My sister had given me a watch about two Christmases ago but recently the strap had broken. I started carrying it around in my bag but could not wear it. 

     Last Monday, I participated in the 2nd Tagaytay Youth Day as a judge. One of the token gifts they had for us was a Pirates of the Caribbean watch! 

     Thank you, Lord, for the new free watch.   

Nahum means "consolation"

It's been a while since my last blog but something happened yesterday... one of those answered prayers that come as only God's answers can come.

It all started with a prayer I co-led with a groupmate in our Biblical Apostolate class the day before. The reading was from Mark; the story was about the woman who touched Jesus to be healed. Because this story is a very personal one for me, I knew there was a possibility that I would cry... and true enough, all the emotional things I like to keep inside started leaking out during the prayer, after the class, and even when I was already at the dorm, three hours after class had ended. 

By that time, I was no longer simply leaking... the dam was cracked and I could not stop crying. My sweet Vietnamese roommate listened, encouraged and gave advice. I tried to get it together and washed my face. We had dinner, studied, and eventually went to bed.

The next day was our class in Prophetic Literature. The prophet for the day was Nahum, a name which means "consolation."

After office hours, I was still at the library trying to get some academic work done, when lo and behold, my priest-boss said he was going to Las Piñas. Do I want to come?  

YES!

I had dinner at home with my family, saw my sister without crutches (she is recovering from a fractured toe), and ate to my heart's content. My sweet mother dropped me off near the pick up point where I met my companions to go back to Tagaytay. 

That was the answer to my prayer. I reconnected with the people I needed to reconnect with. My homesickness was eased, my need to go home without spending was answered. Plus, I got pens for our planned activity on Sunday. Wow. 

Thank you, Lord. Sana I would respond to your lavish love with all the love in my heart--you deserve nothing less. Sorry for my shortcomings. Change me and make me yours completely.
 

His quiet assurance

Last week was the first time I felt like I wanted to quit my work-for-study theological pursuits. I was disappointed to no longer be taking Pentateuch and extremely irked at having to handle sales of books in addition to my regular work. And I suppose all the tiny complaints of discomfort mixed in with the usual loneliness, but this time was exacerbated by the envy I was feeling because I saw first-hand how a batchmate was financially doing so well--she had a car, a condo and everything a former yuppie like me had wanted--and actually still want.


So I texted my spiritual director to ask for a meeting. I felt like I was at a breaking point. I did not know what to do. So I texted him on Thursday. He suggested we meet the following day, around noon.


Before the meeting, things divinely fell into place. I had a replacement subject for Pentateuch, i.e., Graduate Research. I was offered a share in the profits of the books I was selling (the amount does not matter... what mattered to me was the fact that they offered). And we got a check subscribing to the journal I was helping to edit. It was the first check for 2012; it was certainly the first for me since I began helping out. It felt like validation for the work I was doing. And just like that, the thought of quitting was gone. I was excited again to begin classes. And all this happened in half a morning!


When I shared this with my spiritual director, he said God helps us out when we need it. Yup. He certainly did. So thank you, Lord. And yes, I am very happy to be staying for my second exciting semester of MA in theology. Yahoo!!!

Gratitude Journal Entry 1

I am renting bedspace in a room for four at P1,000 a month. I could look at all the minuses but as I was lying in bed last night, I realized I was surrounded by blessings...

Thank you, Lord, for...

• Roslyn who gave me the blue sea-themed pillowcase that now serve as a curtain for my bed;
• Ate Fely who bought and shared buko pie the other day, and from whom I got the blue straw to tie up the curtain with;
• Tita Beth for the cute, comfy, purple pillow;
• The SVD Christmas party where I got the blue bedsheet and pillowcases;
• Tita Alice who gave the big Snoopy towel one Christmas;
• Estie who gave me an NRSV Bible;
• Jane for my shorts;
• Ron for the purple and pink batik cloths that serve as blankets;
• and the various sources of income which allowed me to buy my knapsack, plastic container of food, glass, water, office bag, and other stuff. 

Thank you, Lord, for everything! 

Providence, providence, and providence...

The Religious of the Virgin Mary (RVM) adopted me for six months since I started studying and working at DWST. They not only housed and fed me--they cared for me, asked me if I'd had dinner or breakfast, repainted a room for me to use, listened to me, shared their stories, and prayed for me. I was superblessed. 

Betania, Tagaytay. Picture taken from their website:  
http://www.rvmonline.net/   

Thank you RVM Sisters for welcoming me into the house of God. I was so lavished with his love. May he be the one to thank you on my behalf and return to you a thousand-fold what you have so generously shared with me. 

Sr. Paeng, RVM, during Tagaytay Youth Day. 
Photo by Cris Pahilan.

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Cinderella moment

• Wow... the sem is almost over and I was not able to blog for four months. I had some adjusting to do, working and studying at the same time. But it was such a privilege. Scholar ako ng Tatay ko sa langit [I'm a scholar of my heavenly father]. The SVD fathers provide the education and the livelihood while the RVM sisters give me a home away from home at their Betania Retreat House. How these things came together, I can only be grateful. May God bless their generosity a hundredfold.  
  
• The amazing thing is God never stops. He still continues to surprise me. And the little surprises are what I like best. This is the latest one...

• After four months of work, I decided I could afford a pair of shoes. So I was at Robinson's Department Store at Festival Mall, Alabang and had picked out a pair of Rusty Lopez shoes. They have this particular type of heel which I find very durable, so I was willing to pay the P600 it would cost.
  
  When I got to the counter, the register said it cost P199.75. So I pointed it out to the cashier that there might have been a mistake. But it turns out the shoes were on sale. Whoa!!! 60% off!!! Music to a girl's ears!
  
  I can't help smiling and thanking God... for the past months, I've been carefully watching my budget and wanted to keep my shoes at P200. But the last one I bought at P75 gave out after only a week of use. So I decided I needed to buy something of quality even if it cost a little more. But it turns out, I was still within my P200 budget! Thanks, Lord. I feel like Cinderella after the shoe fit. =)