You don’t let me sleep, I am too distressed even to pray!
Like most individual I tend to run away from my problems. Instead of facing them, making excuses in my mind hoping that they’ll magically disappear or fix themselves. Postponing every chance I get, but it still there, not going away and the more I prolong ignoring it the more it becomes worse. Imagine a windshield wiper that is starting to worn out , that squeaky annoying noise. Then you wait until it’s totally worn out. You check the weather that day, sunny and clear skies. Out of nowhere a thunderstorm is brewing. The rain is so heavy that you could barely see the road. You realize you should’ve have change your wipers sooner, now you can’t see, you slow down, hoping and praying that you won’t get into a wreck. Weathers are unpredictable so is life. It is full of surprises. Today you’re up, later you’re down. Everything’s going well in your relationship, suddenly out of nowhere your love one wants to break up with you, on a text message! Nothing is certain. Trouble has always been brewing ever since the creation. It doesn’t discriminate, it could care less how old you are or what status in life you are in. Even the righteous individuals in the Bible have more than their fair share. Talking about fairness, and yet they pulled through it due to the fact that they have that power of choice. When we are beat down, we […]
Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire; I can’t find a foothold to stand on. I am in deep water and the floods overwhelm me. I am exhausted from crying for help; my throat is parched and dry. My eyes are swollen with weeping, waiting for my God to help me.
Once in a while I had meet a few people and on these conversations my blog has been brought up. For some reason, I’ve always been asked if I’m making money of it. It’s always the first or second question. “Maybe in the future,” to which I replied. It is nice to always have an extra source of income, it is even better if you do something for the love of it not for the monetary reason. It saddens me that this world mostly is about making money like that’s the whole reason for existence. There’s this race of accumulating things. Yes, I was guilty of it too until that time I was broken and forsaken. I realized that life is way more than that. God never envisioned that kind of life for us. I am not saying making money is bad, it is the motivation behind it. In fact, the Bible even says that the love of money is the root of all evil (1 Timothy 6:10). Let’s break that down. It’s the love of money, the love of it not money itself. It’s not only one evil, all evil. When you do things solely for money, you become obligated to it. We have been taught that material things give us happiness. If that so then we would be satisfied with what we’ve got but the opposite happens. We want more and more and more. How many people out […]
I’ve been wanting to explain why and how I pick the name, “Water and Fire.” It took me a while to come out with such a name. I didn’t want it to be flashy or catchy. I wanted it to be that has a deep meaning, something that reflects God and humanity and the relationship between them two, an eternal […]
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.
A woman is one of God’s greatest gift to man. It is the embodiment of God’s masterpiece. A perfect work of art created by God’s own hands in his own image. No other created being in this world that could make a man do the unthinkable and lose himself in the process the moment love sets in. Her beauty could thaw a man’s heart no matter how frozen it is. Melting him away in the palm of her hands, rendering him restless, the loss of appetite and the constant battle of catching a sleep. Doing the insurmountable and making himself look foolish just to prove that his love for her is worthy. God, who appointed specific work to every creature He made. For a woman to be a mother is the greatest occupation she could ever have. There’s no monetary value to it. It is done out of pure love. There’s no love like the way a mother loves her child. The sacrifices of carrying a child for nine months is no easy feat. The pain she endures while she gives birth. The sleepless nights, ah, the stuff she put up with is unbelievable. On the end of the day, she doesn’t even get a recognition, sometimes her acts are unnoticeable only to be visible when her presence is not there. Still, she endures because of one single thing – the joy of being a mother, an act done by […]
…Do not ignore my cry for help! Please listen and answer me, for I am overwhelmed by my troubles. My heart is in anguish. The terror of death overpowers me. Fear and trembling overwhelm me. I can’t stop shaking. Morning, noon and night I plead aloud in my distress…
Every now and then I’ve been asked why I talk about God too much. Or to stop talking about God. Funny thing is it’s not coming from strangers or co-workers but more from a few friends and families, even my own daughter would say, “Papa you talk so much about God,” or from friends on social media, “Hey, turn down all that stuff about God.” But how could I stop talking about Him when He’s done so much for me. How could I stop when there’s no else there for me yet He is the only one that showed up. How could I stop when He showed me kindness and grace instead of the punishment I deserve. How could I stop when I feel His presence enveloping me with peace and comfort while I’m all teared up and heart-broken. How could I stop when He empowers me with His strength and do the things I was never capable of doing. How could I stop when He is my light while I was lost in darkness, and in that darkness His hands only I can see saying, “Come and take my hand, I will guide you.” How could I stop when I say I can’t do this and He says, “I have not given you a spirit of fear.” How could I stop when I say I don’t have much to go on, and He says, “I will provide.” Lo, and […]
Wake up, O Lord! Why do you sleep? Get up! Do not reject us forever. Why do you look the other way? Why do you ignore our suffering and oppression? We collapse in the dust, lying face down in the dirt.