Grace is everything Jesus. Grace lives because He does, works because He works, and matters because He matters. To be saved by grace is to be saved by Him, not by an idea, rule, or church membership, but by Jesus himself, who will sweep into Heaven anyone who so much as gives Him the nod. Not, mind you, in response to a finger snap, religious chant, or secret handshake. Grace won’t be stage-managed. It’s like Jesus himself: uncontainable, untamable.
Like a wild, whitewater kayak ride that is thrilling and scary and joyful. Grace isn’t merely an app to be acquired. It’s an adventure to be lived.
~ Max Lucado (One God, One Plan, One Life)
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Grace
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Pity and Love
I witnessed God this morning, along a major road in the metro. A guy helped an old man cross the big street. The old man has his one foot wrapped in cloths and a plastic. After crossing, the guy sat the old man by the bus stop then proceeded to get something from his backpack. He produced the crackers he had inside and gave it to the old man before going along his way.
It made my day, to see an angel, to witness Jesus in the metro, in the rush of cars and commuters, this scene was highlighted to me.
And I realize, we all feel pity. It’s our emotional response to situations we encounter wherein we find ourselves better off than the other. Pity, for me, is just that – an emotional response and often we leave it at that. It is LOVE that drives pity to do something other than feel sorry. It is Love that gives the push to act, to do something about it.
Thank You for this revelation. ❤️
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Dry
When the heart is dry, the eye is dry.
~ Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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Rain grows flowers
“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
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He loved…
This humble soul loved, and that was all.
~ Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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To Write
When I started to love writing, I really couldn’t say. But I started enjoying reading by the time I learned how to read. However, it doesn’t always follow that people who love to read also love to write. Sometimes they just don’t or sometimes they won’t.
Whenever I write, it’s like an unconscious thing, a dream, though I’m awake. I’m taken into this different world where I can feel other things and see how beautiful things are then the words just attach themselves to each other and form statements and they make sense (well sometimes they don’t but still… you get the point.)
Why do I write? Most of the time, I write for myself, unless required by someone else to. There is clarity when I see my thoughts right in front of me. Aside from seeing my wrong grammars, it shows me when my thoughts are flawed, when they’re geniuses and when they are nonsense, and I love them all. I’m not perfect but I will never use that as an excuse to write irresponsibly, but then I understand when there will be times that I may write irresponsibly out of emotions and I have to forgive myself. Because, I am writing for myself – to release my thoughts, to understand myself better, to explore my imagination, to express my emotions, to share my blessings – and if other people see something in the stuff I write, I know then that the thread in the universe’s web is still intact and we are still connected and bound to each other by our thoughts, our emotions and our situations, even in a little fraction of each. (:

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Food Feast! (:
Sunday is family day for us. And family day means – food. We are bound not only by blood but by food! :D
This Sunday, we went to this famous Hainanese chicken place my dad loves. We’ve tried others but he will always say that this is still the best he’s had here – WEE NAM KEE. It’s a well-known dining place in Singapore that was brought to the Philippines.
Before the food, I must mention this – I’m loving their wallpaper. ♥

Now, for the food. ;) We’ve eaten at other Hainanese chicken restaurants but I can say Wee Nam Kee is the best so far. (: They also offer other lovely dishes that will delight your taste buds and a twist to a dessert we all love! (see gallery below) ;) I couldn’t say much, my tummy cannot turn them into words. It’s one happy tummy that day. :D
A happy tummy, a happy family! ((:

