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Just the other day, I had lasik surgery done on my eyes.

I can’t begin to describe how liberating it feels to wake up and not have to look for my glasses– and yet actually see everything clearly. :) It feels great to be able to watch movies and be able to cuddle with my dear husband properly, not worrying about my glasses getting displaced…to be able to play with my girls and not need to constantly worry about getting kicked in the face with my glasses on…to be able to stay out until late at night and not get my eyes irritated by my drying contacts…to be able to wear anything and not have to take into consideration whether or not my outfits suit my glasses…to be able to swim and actually get my hair wet…. aaahhhh! Liberating is the word! :)

I would like to thank my dearest husband for saving up for this procedure…and for being the one who convinced me to have it done. He says he’s only worried that now I get to see him clearly. I told him even with blurry vision, no one can miss those lush eyebrows of his. hehehe :)

Thank you Lord for this answered prayer! :)

Once again, goodbye glasses. Goodbye contacts. You’ve served me well, but still….I’m happy to finally bid you goodbye! :)

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I have had this craving for caramelized onions for almost a month now. Lately I came up with this…i don’t know….I don’t even call it a recipe, but since it does involve food preparation, let’s just call it that for now.

I came up with this “recipe” to satisfy my weird onion craving..

- Slice white onions into rings. Season with pepper. Set aside.

- Measure about a half-cup of whole-wheat flour (may be bought at Healthy Options), you actually don’t need a lot, just enough to coat the onions

- Add a pinch of paprika and some cayenne pepper to the flour (both of these would have to be suited to your taste, how spicy you would like it to be) As for me, i like it HOT so that means more cayenne pepper

- Coat the onions with the prepared flour

- Using EV olive oil, saute the onions

…I’ve been snacking on these and adding these onions to my salad, sandwiches…practically everything! *sigh* I wonder when I’ll get over them… ???

Interestingly, here are some sites I found that support this craving of mine:

http://www.cayennepepper.info/health-benefits-of-cayenne-pepper.html

http://homecooking.about.com/od/foodhealthinformation/a/paprikahealth.htm

http://www.vegetarian-nutrition.info/updates/onions.php

http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&dbid=66

http://www.healingdaily.com/detoxification-diet/olive-oil.htm

yaaay! :)   Justified! :)

For the past month, Mika would always request that we read this to her.

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Every night before going to bed she would bring this book to us, saying “ass? ass? (translation: eyes? eyes?) “. I think that to her, that is the title of the book (We’ll find out why soon enough).

Mika would hurry towards us and carry this book, insisting that we read it before she sleeps. Gladly we would oblige (well, at least most of the time we do it gladly). We would tell her the story the way we always do, using the usual dynamics in the tones of our voices and would then turn to this page slowly….

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….In her anticipation, Mika would always flip the page forcefully and then would giggle and squeal in delight, acting all surprised and startled. Then she would ask us to turn to this page over and over, just so she can act surprised, giggle, and laugh at the “ass, ass” again.

As to why she finds this extra fascinating, I still do not know. Although I do find it cute, I wonder if I would have the same overly-excited reaction if I was her age.

I guess this just goes to show how much of the way we see things change overtime. As we grow older, it is so easy to get caught up with a lot of responsibilities and lose our sense of joy and wonder over some “nonsense”. How I wish I would always be reminded to take delight in the little “ass, ass” that I see everyday. :)

It is fun to think like a child from time to time. :)

We were on our way to meet with a couple when we got a call from another newly-married couple who are good friends of ours. Dennis was already in the car when he got a call from the wife, crying and wanting to talk to me. I was still upstairs at that time, saying goodnight to the kids– so Dennis sent me a text message telling me to bring our other cellphone which allowed for unlimited calls. His exact message was “Bring [unlimited-call cellphone]. Emergency.”

Upon reading the message, several thoughts came rushing into my head. Dennis is not the type who easily panics. He also knows that I easily panic, so he is definitely not the type who would just text me the word emergency if there really was no real emergency. So I hurried downstairs and got into the car.

As soon as I got inside, I asked him what had happened. He told me that our friend called, crying about something, and that they got cut off before she could say why she was crying. I then got a message from her, asking me to call her as soon as I could. Dennis and I looked at each other with worry. We’ve never seen this friend cry before. We’ve always asked both her and her husband how their marriage was, and it has always been with a very confident “we’re doing great!” answer. Dennis and I agreed that if there really was something wrong, we would have to cut short our other meeting and go to their house (it was late into the evening already).

I dialed my friend’s number and waited for her to pick up the phone. When she finally did, I heard a sob before the word hello. I asked her what was wrong. “Bakit?”– was all I could say, in a soft, sympathetic voice. I heard another sob, followed by an attempt to clear her throat and her emotions so that I could understand her better.  Then she told me what was wrong.

“We’re Stuck.”

“What do you mean you’re stuck?”

She went on to explain that they had an argument and they both could not come to an understanding and clear resolve. They could not see eye to eye in this particular situation. They both felt that the other person simply didn’t get it. They were stuck.

She also explained that they both agreed that they were stuck and they needed an outsider’s perspective to somehow help them get unstuck. They both agreed to call us. She was to talk to me, and the husband was to talk to Dennis.

I processed her thoughts with her, while Dennis processed the husband’s argument with him. By the end of the night, they were back to discussing the matter by themselves, and came to an agreeable compromise. There was no need to go to their house after all. We got to relax and take our time with the other couple.

As it turned out, their issue was really not that serious, relative to what other people might consider serious. But we all know that in marriage, it is the small stuff that make a difference. If we can’t handle the small matters in a way that would show love and respect to both parties, we certainly wouldn’t be able to handle the big issues properly.

As Dennis and I were driving home, we were talking about how we knew this couple would have a great marriage. I’m guessing it took a lot of humility (especially on the husband’s part hehe) to both admit that they were stuck, to admit that they needed help, and to be willing to actually hear out another person’s perspective.

Humility in marriage would go a long way. We don’t need to wait for a pressing problem before we swallow our pride and ask for help. It is with the seemingly-trivial concerns that we get to practice this humility which doesn’t at all come naturally to most of us.

I am extremely grateful to have couples who take the time to mentor us even before we get to that point of being stuck. :)

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What is it with me this week??

- I wanted to cry when I heard christmas carols in the malls (Well, this happens to me every year– everytime ‘ber’ season hits)

- I wanted to cry when I saw Alyanna carrying a furry, girly bag on her shoulder (She’s growing up to be like me!– minus the furry and girly)

- I wanted to cry when Alyanna pulled out baby wipes from her furry, girly bag after dinner to hand each one of use baby wipes. “Mika, here. Wipe your mouth. It’s dirty.”

- I wanted to cry when Alyanna went inside the cafe ahead of us and started to fall in line by herself. “Dad, what will we order?”

- Lately Mika has been very talkative and I think “waaah! She’s really being a toddler now!”

- Lately Mika has been trying different stunts to make us laugh and I think “waaah! She’s growing up to be like her dad na!”

- Lately Mika has been singing a lot….a LOT! …and I think “sniff! She’s growing up to be like her sister… :)

- I just saw the red cups (from Starbucks) now and I felt mixed emotions in my heart thinking that Christmas is really here!

…which means another year is about to end, and a new one is about to begin.

…which means my kids will be growing up… some more.

…which also means I’m not getting any younger.

…which reminds me how time flies.

…which makes me think, “how have I spent this year? Did I make it count?” Did I get to do the things I planned to do at the beginning of the year?

…which makes me think some more “Do I love God more now?” Do I know Him more than I did last year? , Did I get to bond with my kids and teach them the best way I could this year?, Do I love my husband more now? , Did I get to support him and show my respect and admiration for him and serve him to the best of my ability this year??

…Time is the ONE resource that we all equally have and we all can’t take back– yet many of us take for granted. 3007044952_06e0d74b78

…Yup. These red cups ought to remind us to “…number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12) :)

Over lunch today, I once again had to tell Mika to sit properly. She has this habit of leaning and putting all her weight on one side of her booster seat, which renders her body unstable, causing her legs to also take on an awkward position just to somehow keep her from falling off the seat (in case the seat belt finally gives). She also rarely listens. I have to be the one to move her and show her how to position herself, only to find her shifting her weight again. I usually end up just letting her be, praying that the seat belt doesn’t snap.

Every once in a while, Mika would suddenly cry and complain of having an “owie” on her leg. I would ask her to point to the exact area of her owie, but she would just cry and cry and point to her leg, frustrated and irritated. This has been the case quite a number of times already and so I have figured out that every time this happens, it is a classic case of having pins and needles. :)

Ugh. I hate that– pins and needles. I know how annoying it can be, and I wouldn’t blame her for crying and kicking out of irritation. I can understand that as a toddler, she perceives the sensation as pain and probably doesn’t know how else to explain whatever it is she is feeling on her leg. I also know that there’s not much you can do about those temporarily-impinged nerves, except maybe shaking the affected limb to help hasten the conduction of nerve impulses and help bring them back to their normal state. But then again, even that is still not comfortable since it would actually heighten the sensation momentarily until everything goes back to normal.

So earlier, that’s what I did. While Mika was all “distressed” from the pins and needles and not knowing what it was that she was really feeling on her leg, I remained calm, because I knew what it was and that it was temporary and a normal part of how our bodies work. I gently held her leg but when I tried to shake it while assuring her it would be okay, she cried all the more and hit me, thinking that I was trying to hurt her some more.

And then it hit me– a lot of times we cry and get frustrated because of some discomfort we’re going through in life and we don’t know how else to perceive it but to think of it as being painful and confusing. We cry and we complain and when God– knowing that it is all part of this thing called life, knowing that what we are going through is temporary, and knowing how to hasten the process of “healing”—when God calmly tries to shake whatever it is that is causing the discomfort off, we cry all the more and get annoyed at Him for not helping ease our pain. Sometimes we think He’s not even doing anything about our situation. But in actuality, He just knows better. :)

I always look forward to Sundays. It’s when I get to sing my heart out along with hundreds of people who share the same passion, when I get to see most of my friends, get to meet new people, and most of all, it’s when I get to hear my husband preach.

I just want to share some of the notes I took while I listened to Dennis preach.

- Please check and approve the line-up of songs every week (I keep forgetting to tell him this so I had to write it down)

- Please join the worship team backstage as they pray prior to the service (Again, not connected to the preaching, but I had to get all these things out of my head)

- Might want to try: gather all volunteers 30 minutes before the service to pray corporately, not just by teams/ministries (good thing he’s still doing the intro at this point)

- Your shirt is too loose (but I like the color)…good or bad? (It could mean you’re losing weight, or that you just need new clothes)

- Your new hair suits you! We love it! (Tin, my sis-in-law, and I)

- YOUR VIEW OF ETERNITY WILL DETERMINE HOW YOU LIVE TODAY

- My thoughts on this:

* What are the things that I’m living for?

* The things that keep me busy — do they count for eternity?

* Am I living in preparation for eternity? Or am I just living for this lifetime?

* The average lifespan: 70 -80 years…this is just mist in light of eternity (yep, a lot of mention about eternity!)

* The things that I’m living for now will be tested with fire, will they turn out to be of real value? Or will they be like straw and hay that will just get burned?

* Only three (things) have eternal value. These three I must invest in while living here on earth: my relationship with God, God’s Word, and the souls of men.

* In parenting my kids and in my marriage, how can I raise my kids better and serve and love my husband more so that I may leave a mark in this world after I die?

* How else can I show God’s love to other people?

* I really love your preaching and I’m so proud of you! (Intended for Dennis)

* It’s a joy listening to you preach….funny yet meaty! :)

Lord, keep me in perspective. Let me not lose focus and not to lose my first love. Remind me that this life is not about me. Remind me to go out of my way to better prepare for eternity. :) I love you. Thank you for everything you are to me. :)

I am so happy our helper came back from the province today. Two weeks ago she got a call from her aunt that her lola had just suffered a stroke. It  didn’t even take long before she got another call informing her that her beloved lola, who raised her, already passed away. I was with the kids at that time singing “Part of Your World” to them while feeding them dinner, when we heard some noise from the maid’s room. We immediately ran to see what was going on and when we went inside we saw our helper on the floor, crying her heart out. Both Alyanna and Mika saw her and were confused as to what was really going on.

After our helper left, Alyanna kept on asking us why her ate had to go home. Initially we explained that it was because her grandma was sick. Days after that, she still kept on asking us about our helper’s grandmother, about why she was sick and why she had to go to the hospital, and why her ate had to go be with her. At that time we didn’t really feel the need to tell her that there was no more sick grandma…there was however, a dead grandma– and that’s why her ate had to go back home. So we let it be…

….until one day, while in our car, she brought the subject up again. I think she was very affected because she saw her ate crying so hard. She felt her pain and needed an explanation for what she had just witnessed.

ALYANNA: “Mom, why was Ate Mira crying? Because her grandma is sick? Why she has to go home?”

ME: “Alyanna, Ate Mira’s grandma was sick…but now she’s not sick anymore…(not wanting to say the “D” word, I ask for help from my ever-so-wise husband)….uh, love, how do we explain this?”

DENNIS: (focused on driving, so probably not giving it much thought) “Alyanna, Ate Mira’s lola is now in heaven. It means that when she sleeps she will not wake up anymore.” (goes back to just driving)

ME: “ah! that’s right… that’s why Ate Mira is very sad, because she will miss her grandma.”

….And that was the end of the conversation. :)

…or so  I thought.

The next day, Alyanna once again brought up the subject of her Ate Mira and why she was crying so hard and why she had to go home.

ALYANNA: “mom, why is Ate Mira sad? Why is she crying? Because her grandma is sick that’s why she has to go home?”

ME: (not really knowing how to explain it to her, I resorted to using the “D” word) “Alyanna, ate Mira’s grandma used to be sick. Now she’s not. She’s dead. okay? She’s already dead, which means her body stopped working already because it’s too tired…Uh, she won’t be on this earth anymore, that’s why ate Mira will not be seeing her anymore and she’ll miss her so much. Uh….she….uh…yes, like what daddy said yesterday right, when she sleeps she won’t wake up anymore. And if she had Jesus in her heart then she will be with God in heaven na.” (*hay this is so hard! i should have read up on this, on how to explain death to little kids! pano ba to without sounding morbid??!*)

ALYANNA: (in a very nonchalant tone) “Oh! You mean she passed away already??” :)

….What??! Alam mo pala ang “passed away??” Ba’t di mo agad sinabi??

Every so often we encounter people who are somewhat a negative force in our lives. I don’t mean to sound so dark and cynical, but the fact of the matter is there are just some people, who, after we spend time with them, leave us feeling incompetent and sometimes…just down. These people may either be ill-meaning people, who just really want to make others feel bad in order to feel good about themselves, or they may be ones who actually have good intentions, but just don’t know how to encourage and show their concern any better.

For most of my life, I’ve encountered both really positive people– who rallied with me and encouraged me to believe in myself and do great things, and negative people– who chose to see the not-so-good in me or used criticism as their way of “pushing” me to try to achieve greater things.

I wish I could say that criticism still ended up producing a positive fruit in my life and helped me by challenging me to do more, and I wish I could say that the effect of negative criticism is very insignificant compared to the effect of positivity….but the reality for me is they both have had a significant effect as to how I approach things.

There are some things I do with confidence because I grew up knowing that people believed that I’d do well in those areas, while there are some matters I approach with much fear and uncertainty about myself, simply because there was at least one who showed lack of faith in me in that particular field.

One person. One harsh comment. Sometimes that is all it takes to have our dreams thrown out the window.

I just realized that in some very promising areas of my life, I have allowed others to steal my confidence and my hope. I have allowed other people dictate the outcome of my endeavors. I have allowed criticism to have its effect on me by agreeing with it somehow.

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And then I remember that there was one person who did something so great in my life that gave me all the hope, all the confidence, and all the strength I’ve needed and shall be needing in this lifetime.

One person. One promise. I forget that this in fact is all I need to be able to pursue my dreams and see them come to pass.

A very wise man told me, ” When you over-estimate the effect of [the critic and critique] on you, you are underestimating the effect of what Christ has already done in you and for you.”

So true. We can’t avoid it– every so often we will encounter dream-stealers and hope-crushers. Let us NOT overestimate the effect of these people and circumstances on us. Let us be reminded instead of the greater power that has been at work in us, through us, and for us all along– God’s love.

That, we can never over-estimate. :)

Lately I have noticed that it’s been very hard to get Mika to drink water. I’m not really a water person either (I’d rather save the space in my stomach so I could eat more :) ), but since I came across some articles on what water really does and what can happen to our bodies when we don’t drink enough of it, I got a little bit alarmed and I am now trying to get into the habit of drinking H2O (after 26 years of existence, it is just now that I realize my science teachers were not exaggerating after all). I even put it as a wall paper on my cell phone as a reminder for me.

My point was, I think my two daughters took on that bad habit. And since I have come to realize the error of my ways, I’ve been trying extra hard to get them to drink water.

So far so good with Alyanna. All I have to do is make it a prerequisite to everything she’d like to do or to have. For example, earlier I was having fresh buko juice over breakfast. Now juice–whether fresh or not, both girls really like. So I was not surprised when both of them started begging me for juice. I gave both of them the condition that I would give them fresh, yummy juice, if they finished their water. I told them that I needed them to empty their cups for me to be able to use the same cups for the juice.

Alyanna immediately took her cup filled with water and gulped down every drop, excited for the juice. Mika, on the other hand, still refused to drink water (even if it was just an ounce or two). Instead, she started whining and kept saying “joo! joo! pu joo!”, gesturing that I pour some juice into her cup. I kept telling her, “Drink your water so I can put juice in your cup.”, but she just didn’t seem to get it. The whining started to turn into a cry of frustration because she was not getting what she wanted. My point was just, “Empty your cup so I could fill it with what you really want.”

As we were going through that whole scene, a thought popped into my head. It was actually a very familiar scene that I was in. I realized that when it comes to our walk with God, many times we start whining and crying out to God, sometimes out of frustration for not getting our desires met. We think “But Lord, I’ve been a good daughter!”, “If you really love me, why couldn’t you just give me this thing that I’ve been asking for?”, “I know that what I’m praying for is according to your will naman, how come I’m still not getting it?”

…and God just looks at us and says, “Because you don’t get it. I just want you to empty your cup. Only then could I fill it with the best thing that would really satisfy you.” :)

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