Caught in the middle. Of calendar years.

I’m trying to wax poetic but my bleary eyes and wandering mind weren’t cooperating, hence the bad post title. Sparks were literally flying when the year ended and a new one lies before us. The coming days may still be the same or not. Of course, we’ll never know unless we’ve got the powers of Zenaida Seva or we hold the stars in the palm of our hands. We can only trust that the coming future will be kind enough to give us another year worth experiencing. My parents would always remind us that there aren’t bad years because everything is the Year of Our Lord (evident on the certificates and other pertinent documents we keep). They say that the whole year offers challenges, from seemingly insurmountable to those we can easily manage or handle. The challenges turn into blessings, usually in ways we don’t appreciate immediately. My parents’ ideas and life principles are majorly guided by our Christian faith, and sometimes, even if they sound too big to believe in, I tend to agree. Primarily because I’ve seen a good testimony from the lives my parents lived. So, 2013 was the year of our Lord and so will 2014. I’d like to believe that faith would always have to be blind; hope becomes your guide, and trust, your eyes.

We just came home from our Uncle’s house at Carmona, Cavite. Sort of like a New Year’s Eve Party. How cool can that be? Hahaha. It was fun and heartwarming but reality strikes when you come home and receive some breaking news that our church driver had a heart attack. Our parents had to rush to the nearby hospital to assist and I’m awake to wait and open the door for them. Finally, they’re home. Our churchmate had to be sent to the ICU and the hospital won’t admit because they can’t produce 15K magically out of their pockets. Errr, health systems in the Philippines are not just inadequate, they’re even inaccessible to people who most need it. That topic deserves a separate blog entry. The ‘rents already intervened just so immediate care will be given to our brother. We hope he gets well.

Time to sleep. The eyes have already given up and we still have New Year’s Worship Service later. A blessed new year, friends! It’s going to be good and it will get better. J

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Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Caught in the middle. Of calendar years.

I’m trying to wax poetic but my bleary eyes and wandering mind weren’t cooperating, hence the bad post title. Sparks were literally flying when the year ended and a new one lies before us. The coming days may still be the same or not. Of course, we’ll never know unless we’ve got the powers of Zenaida Seva or we hold the stars in the palm of our hands. We can only trust that the coming future will be kind enough to give us another year worth experiencing. My parents would always remind us that there aren’t bad years because everything is the Year of Our Lord (evident on the certificates and other pertinent documents we keep). They say that the whole year offers challenges, from seemingly insurmountable to those we can easily manage or handle. The challenges turn into blessings, usually in ways we don’t appreciate immediately. My parents’ ideas and life principles are majorly guided by our Christian faith, and sometimes, even if they sound too big to believe in, I tend to agree. Primarily because I’ve seen a good testimony from the lives my parents lived. So, 2013 was the year of our Lord and so will 2014. I’d like to believe that faith would always have to be blind; hope becomes your guide, and trust, your eyes.

We just came home from our Uncle’s house at Carmona, Cavite. Sort of like a New Year’s Eve Party. How cool can that be? Hahaha. It was fun and heartwarming but reality strikes when you come home and receive some breaking news that our church driver had a heart attack. Our parents had to rush to the nearby hospital to assist and I’m awake to wait and open the door for them. Finally, they’re home. Our churchmate had to be sent to the ICU and the hospital won’t admit because they can’t produce 15K magically out of their pockets. Errr, health systems in the Philippines are not just inadequate, they’re even inaccessible to people who most need it. That topic deserves a separate blog entry. The ‘rents already intervened just so immediate care will be given to our brother. We hope he gets well.

Time to sleep. The eyes have already given up and we still have New Year’s Worship Service later. A blessed new year, friends! It’s going to be good and it will get better. J

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