Write Thing at the Write Time

Its still hard to accept that what used to be your reality is now just a memory. Almost there. Not as hard as it used to like a few months ago. Heart is light. Joy is back. A few tears still fall. Not as sad anymore when I see the pictures. The faces that once was so tangible and real but now are just a blur from distant memory. Shadows that at times haunt me at night but also make me smile and make you still grateful even if it did not end well. Maybe somethings are not meant to last. #dabda #acceptance #prose #poetry #hugot

This post is dedicated to my ever loyal and faithful team of 12 of Women and also the Men I was 'co-shepherding' in the Church in Kabacan. For the past few weeks, I've had early mornings and late nights of sleeplessness. It's usually I am in tears, hands shaking and pleading to God on my knees. It was here where I could only find security and peace. In one of my devotionals, God have spoken very clear to me through the words of the Apostle Paul through the 4th chapter and 1st verse of his letter to the Church in Ephesus. It goes like this: 'Therefore I, a prisoner for serving the Lord, beg you to lead a life worthy of your calling, for you have been called by God.'  It was one of those verses during your reading that sort of pops up at you and leaves you speechless. And I started to meditate on it; chewing it until I got out the last juices of it. Read almost word for word in the dictionary. What is a Calling? When you hear or read those words, ...