Death

Last Saturday, we went to the wake of an aacquaintance who committed suicide. He was my husband's basketball teammate, and though I was not close with him, his death still affected me much.

We know that problems are everywhere, I would not think anyone is spared from them. What I am thinking of right now though is what are the people who comits suicide feeling to commit such an act? I think it is not really with the problem per se. People who have similar problems react to them differently, so I guess it would be more of the actual feeling. How depressed were they? Or is it just craziness? Hopelessness with their life?

It also made me think of how awful it must have been for his parents who first saw him. It must have been unbearable. Imagine seeing the body of your lifeless son hanging from the ceiling... Just the thought of them makes me cry... I wonder if I will be able to bear it? Most probably not.

Death- always bad, always sad... And will always leave you with something to think of.

Sore Eyes

Had sore eyes for two days, so I was not able to report to work. Actually, I did so, but was sent home immediately. Though I did not want to be absent, it was really a blessing in disguise for me as I was able to stay home and spend some time with Jay. As I have previously posted, he just started training and surely a lot of stories are to be told.

Well, I am back now, and I have a lot to catch up on. Not that I need to, but I want to.

Night Shift

After months of deliberation and hoping otherwise, Jay finally accepted a night-shift job offer. It was a difficult decision, becuase I had been very vocal about my difficulties sleeping at night without him, and had gotten used to the quantity and quality time we were able to spend together once I get home. But it was a decision we had to make. We prayed hard and we lifted everything to God. We asked Him for guidance and this is where he lead us.

I now pray that He'll continue to guide us, and to help us through the difficulties.

God's Grace

I am still a bit shaken right now.

Barely 20 minutes ago, while I was on my way to work, our bus got held-up. I was not completely aware of the suroundings that time; half of me was sleepy, and the other half was busy daydreaming about the day ahead. Suddenly, 6 men stood up all at once and started making noice. I couldn't quite decipher what they were saying, but when I saw the small pocketknife, no words were needed.

There was one hold-upper beside me, for reasons I do not know, he reached for the man in front of me instead. He was pointing the knife at the guy, asking for his cellphone. At this time, I was already shaking with fear, silently calling out for God's help. I was almost reaching for my phone and camers, ready to give them up for my safety.

But God was in control. Less than ten seconds after they stood up, they all went down the bus. I was not touched, I was saved.

I cried when it was over. I can't help but be overwhelmed with God's presence and power over my life. At this low point in my life I was somehow losing faith, thinking that my life is going nowhere. But today, He showed me that He is still in control.

And to you God I lift up my life. Thank you.