Like An Avalanche


Beautiful God
Laying Your majesty aside
You reached out in love to show me life
Lifted from darkness into light

King for a slave
Trading Your righteousness for shame
Despite all my pride and foolish ways
Caught in Your infinite embrace

And I find myself here on my knees again
Caught up in grace like an avalanche
Nothing compares to this love love love
Burning in my heart

Saviour and Friend
Breathing Your life into my heart
Your word is the lamp unto my path
Forever I’m humbled by Your love

Take my life
Take all that I am
With all that I am I will love You
Take my heart
Take all that I have
Jesus how I adore You

And I find myself here on my knees again
Caught up in grace like an avalanche
Nothing compare to this love love love


YOUR love for me pours out like an avalanche. I love you and I live for you. I don’t want to just think positively or rely on gut feelings. I declare in Jesus’ name that today, God will deliver me. Today, He decides to ahow His favor and blessing on me. Notfor any other reason but only so His glorious name will be revealed. Thank you Jesus. Amen


Workout That Didn’t Work Out

So today, my 8th graders were whisk away to another building so they can take another state-mandated test which means I had practically the entire day to myself at work. I graded papers in the comfort of my quiet and empty classroom. Pure solitude.

Yet, I feel so exhausted! The culprit? That 15-minute intense cardio workout I did yesterday! Man, I am so out of shape! Not only did I throw up everything that my stomach held but I am so sore all over! How can a 15-minute workout mess me up so bad?? I walk on jelly-like legs all day, my butt feels like I rode on a horse for weeks, and it feels like my back is going to snap in two 😦

Workout fiasco rages on.


Flashback to 1995. I was bed ridden in a hospital, recuperating from a surgery to remove my appendix. Even back then, teenagers cannot lie still and do nothing for five minutes so naturally, being 15 years old, I was getting bored to tears. If I had that surgery during the school year, maybe I would have been ecstatic but unfortunately, summer had just started. In fact, my tummy started hurting the night before, while I was packing my stuff to go to an outing with my friends the following morning to celebrate the first day of summer break. It was also the FIRST time my parents allowed me to go out with my classmates without a chaperon.  Knowing that my friends were having fun at that very moment while I was in a hospital bed, I was, of course, miserable. I was also thinking about the camp that my sister, cousins, and friends were going to two weeks from that day. My mom was already talking about it being a good idea for me to just stay home. Double misery!

Enter Phil Collins. Actually a CD of Phil Collins. My mom bought me a CD to cheer me up. Again, of Phil Collins. I was 15…for gawdsake! Teens then listen to Back Street Boys and Alanis Morisette…not the 40-ish Phil Collins! But I was bored. With my Discman, (no iPod or mp3s yet) for company, I would listen to anything.

When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do is to take a look at you…then I’m not so blue.

Okay, at fifteen, love was an alien word to me. My parents had my sister and I swear, cross our hearts, and hope to die that we will not entertain suitors nor have boyfriends until we finish college. But at that moment, I was introduced to this feeling that was new to me. Feelings for that someone who will make me forget about my problems (problems like math homework, or the impending begging and cajoling I will have with my mom to let me go to the camp that summer). Love is nice. I liked it. What Phil Collins was singing…I couldn’t wait to grow old and feel those things. I had been recruited as a helpless romantic.

Fast forward to 2013. Sitting on a table, listening to Pandora while working. Phil Collins enter the scene again. With that same song… and all of a sudden, memories of that day suddenly came flooding back. Nope, not memories of that imaginary boyfriend but memories of my innocence. Memories of warm, carefree summers with friends and family. Of secret crushes and suitors. Of time when dad and mom were around fussing to make sure that my decisions were right. Of times when you thought love is a bed of roses. Those were times when bills, work, cooking, and taking care of a family were the farthest from my mind. And yeah, of time when “groovy” was still a word…at least in your parents’ conversation. Happy memories…don’t we all want them? To be young and carefree.

Spring is almost here. Summer is just around the corner.

Today’s sing along song: Groovy Kind of Love by Phil Collins (please bear with me with this one)

Let the River Flow

Let the River Flow by Darrell Evans

Let poor man say, ” I am rich in Him.”
Let the lost man say, “I am found in Him.”
Oh, let the river flow

Let the blind man say, “I can see again.”
Let the dead say, “I am born again.”
Oh, let the river flow
Let the river flow

Let the river flow
Let the river flow
Holy Spirit come
Move in power
Let the river flow
Oh, let the river flow

“On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive.”
John 7: 37-39

How to Teach Your Man To Be Corny

I was so sick of seeing posts from Facebook friends about the flowers, chocolates, and what-not that they got for Valentines Day!

Ok, I admit I was a little envious because my man does NOTHING for Valentines Day. Oh, he’s not stingy or what. Birthdays, Christmas, and anniversaries? He got those covered. But Valentines? Nah, he is repulsed by the thought of buying flowers with million other love-sick people on planet Earth every February 14. So yeah, I was given (albeit unspoken) a heads up about scratching Valentines off of my calendar.

The problem with this is: it is not okay with me! Occasions are BIG DEAL in my book! Not because I’m capricious or anything but I mean, I want to raise up a child (whenever we have one) who is thoughtful and sweet. And my child will not learn how to be those on his own…he needs to see it…right?

I had an idea this morning. I know my guy will not buy me anything today; which is perfectly alright with me. And I know dining out is not happening because he had to be at school…not fine with me. I really wanted to do something special for him so on the way home from work, I went to the grocery and bought a bottle of red wine, marsala, and filet mignon. Fine dining it is then…in our PJs!

I told the husband to come home early because I was cooking dinner. When he asked me why, I told him because today is Valentines (sometimes, you just have to be straightforward about certain things). He raised an eyebrow and seemed really puzzled by this. Then he said, “Didn’t I just take you to Houston for the whole day the other day?” D-uh!?

After he was gone, I slaved myself away in the kitchen. I found squid in the freezer so I decided to make fried calamari for appetizer. I seared the filet mignons, tossed the wine in a pan, added dijon mustard, mushroom, beef broth, and flour to the wine, and voila! I have a juicy filet mignon 🙂 I searched the cupboards and found ready-made fully loaded mashed potatoes, canned gravy, and canned green beans. My entree is complete. I looked through the freezer and found left-over cheesecake from the school’s fundraising campaign last month so my dilemma for dessert has been solved!

Now, on to table setting. I realized I don’t have nice china. Heck, I don’t even have a table cloth! Or table napkins! Note to self: shopping doesn’t just mean CLOTHES! Any decent wife must have at least a pair of table napkin! Anyway, I’ll make do with what I have.

The husband seemed pretty pleased by my efforts. He enjoyed the filet mignon and kept asking me how I did it. He loved everything I put in his plate. The wine, of course, was awesome. I was in high spirits after my dinner success when my husband surprised me with a Valentine’s card and a box of chocolate. He said it was a “thank you” for the effort I’ve put in cooking us a special dinner. Heck, I should do this often!

So yeah, I’m a firm believer of the cliche “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” lol


Holiday Gras

So the husband had totally made up for all those (boring) weekends we stayed at home so he can finish school work.

Since I have a 3-day off from work, we drove to Houston last night and joined another couple friend there. I’ve been wanting to go to Ikea to buy a bookshelf…the number of books piled up on the floor at home is getting higher and higher. Unfortunately, we didn’t find one that would match the one we have at home so I ended up buying a soup ladle and salt shaker. I’m serious! It feels kinda pathetic to drive 4 hours for a soup ladle and salt shaker haha.

From Ikea, we drove about 40 minutes to meet our friends for lunch at Kimeh. We ate at this place called Pier 8, overlooking the Boardwalk and marina. The day was chilly but we chose to sit outside and enjoy the view. Another surprise was learning that the restaurant is owned by a fellow Filipino. The place is pretty much like Dampa in Macapagal. We bought fresh red fish, shrimp, tilapia, and scallops. From those, we enjoyed a feast of sinigang na isda, pritong tilapia, and fried shrimp and scallops. D.e.l.i.c.i.o.u.s!

Afterwards, we went to Moody Gardens in Galveston. I didn’t think my husband would have an energy to do anything else after that but I was pleasantly surprised when he agreed to tag along with me when I suggested that we go shopping at Tanger! If you know my husband, you’ll know why I was surprised! He hates malls. The only time he will go there is when he has something very specific to buy. Window shopping is not in his dictionary. Anyways, I got myself a hot blouse from Calvin Klein and a couple of shirts. After looking at a couple more shops, we were ready to hit the road. The husban is tired and so am I.

We’re almost at Lake Charles now. A cup of hot coffee on my lap, Jack Johnson on the stereo, and my man behind the wheel…can’t get any better than this.

Today’s sing along song: Better Together by Jack Johnson

Growing Up

Since I was little, Sundays have been special to me. I made a million memories on this particular day of the week.

I met my childhood friends on a Sunday where we all used to go. I admit that back then, I went to church only to see my friends and so we can hang out after the church service is over. When we were little kids, hanging out meant playing at the church’s basement. When we reached puberty, hanging out meant talking about the boys, clothes, celebrities, and music that we liked. When we hit college, hanging meant talking about our future…what we want to do and how we’re going do it. Of course only half of this conversation were ever serious!

Soon after college, we all seemed to be what we wanted to be. I became a teacher and my older sister became a physical therapist. The klutz in the group, Jenny, is a certified public accountant. My cousins Ninay and Jo Anne are now doctors. My best friend Ivy was an accountant too until she moved to Italy to be with her family. Her husband will follow her there in April.

Moved. Yeah, not only did we grow up but we all went our separate ways…literally. My sister left first, she’s now in Jacksonville with her husband and two kids. Since my move to Louisiana five years ago, my husband and I get to spend the holidays with her and the little ones.

Last June, I went back home to see my family. Days prior to my departure, my bestfriend Ivy told me that she and her husband had to go home too to fix some stuff. I was sooo excited! Jenny started thinking of staging a reunion! My sister got so jealous she bought a ticket to fly home later that month! Oh, what a grand time we all had!


Being grown up is complicated! Too many bills to pay and work to do. Bring me back to my childhood!!