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Thank you

July 16, 2010

This song has been ringing in my mind. The goodness of God just blows me away. I find this version by this beautiful Korean twin sisters really beautiful. Makes me wish I had a twin. Haha… Well, I’ve got Joey to do duet with… But right now he is off to dreamland, covered with blanket and snoring a bit… tsk… tomorrow, maybe? 😀


My Home

July 13, 2010

If you have been following my blogs right from the start, you would have read about me whispering “I’m home” the moment the plane landed Thailand soil 9 months ago. I meant that. Not that I have turned my back against beloved Philippines or I am not a patriotic person. The truth is, I am. Very much in fact… and I don’t care if you call me ethnocentric, but I am proud to be Pinoy.

But really, if you have waited for over 15 years to go to the mission field, considering that I knew I was going to be a missionary at the age of 17 or so… you would probably say the same thing when the plane lands on the mission field. I would not even be surprised if you would shout it out. Long years of waiting… what a journey it has been.

9 months later all the realities in the field sink in… and I would have a chance to go back to the Philippines for a couple of days. I saw to it that I got to do the things that I missed doing (or eat what I have been missing) in Thailand. It felt great to be home. So… now, where is home, really?

I know I am supposed to be here and I have come to love Thailand as my own country… because I am called by God to be here. I see myself here for a long time. Part of me longs to see my kids, just a few hours plane ride away. I am here, and yet I am entirely not.

Just now I got my guitar and sang my heart out. As I strummed and just let my heart out, I know exactly where home is. Home is where He is… His embrace, His assurance, His voice, His touch. He is where my heart belongs, and He… He will always, always, always! be my home.

I love you, more than these

January 3, 2010

Me, the owl. I am such a night person, and I am trying to change it. Tonight the whole family slept at 9:07 p.m. A breakthrough for a family of owls! But here I am again– it’s 11:43. I woke up one hour and 45 minutes ago, and I cannot go back to sleep. I woke Joey up. I told him I was going to worship and if he was interested to come along. He agreed and so we went to the other room so as not to wake the kids up.

I was in tears as soon as Joey hit the first chords. I simply miss the presence. Wherever I have been, whatever i have done or now do, His presence remains to be my home. I just got lost in the river of His love… I just basked once more in the abundance of His grace. Oh, how I long for my God’s embrace.. how I cherish such moments!

When the music faded and tears were dried, we prayed. In the gentleness of His love we longed for more intimacy. Joey prayed a soft but very powerful prayer:

Lord, I love you more than the financial support… more than the pledges, more than ministry, more than disciples, more than fruits. More than Raya, more than Ria, more than Jez. I love you.

Oh, how I agreed. But wait… More than finances? But why is it that when we lack this I would be so worried to the point of giving up? More than disciples? But why would having fruits/ disciples right away be such an “unspoken” pressure to me, then? More than ministry? But why would we be bothered that we still do not have a ministry at this point? That prayer was indeed powerful, hit me real hard. Once again this picture led me to Jesus asking Peter, “do you love me more than these?”– Joey just answered “yes”. I believe I need to do the same!