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Book review: Yours Truly by Abby Jimenez

Okay, so I no longer read romance books because I feel like I’ve matured as a reader hahaha. is that even a thing? Anyway, like what the Paramore song says, Abby Jimenez, you're the only exception lol. Right after I finished reading Part of Your World, I was debating whether I should read Yours Truly next. I thought about it for a whole week, but I ended up convincing myself, so I read it right away.

Mind you, I savored every word—I read it slowly because even from the first chapter, I already loved the characters. I could relate to them so much! Especially Jacob. I mean, both of them really. Briana with all her problems, and how everything felt so heavy for her. But I resonated more with Jacob, especially his anxiety.

I loved everything about this book: the characters, the story, and especially their families. Jacob’s family in particular? Ughhh, I adore them so much! They’re the kind of warm, supportive, and funny people you just wish you could be around in real life.

But you know, as someone who struggles with a lot of personal issues, I couldn’t help but relate to the parts where the characters would overthink things. Sometimes, that overthinking becomes the root of all the problems and most of the time, it's really just miscommunication. Ugh!! As much as I absolutely loved this book, the miscommunication between the characters really got to me. I couldn’t fully understand why they didn’t just talk things out. But then again—that's life. I’m like that too sometimes. I overthink, I assume, I hold back. So in a way, I get it.

Funny thing is, I usually hate books that center around miscommunication. I find it frustrating! 😂 But despite that, this book is still a solid 5 stars for me. Because even though I hated the miscommunication, I also loved it. It added so much tension, depth, and emotional weight to the story. It made everything feel more real and raw. It made the ending even more satisfying. So yes, frustrating? Definitely. But also beautiful. That’s what made the story flow so well.

Let me just say—Briana and Jacob’s story hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting. Like, I picked this book up thinking it would be light and fluffy (again, the cover is deceiving!), but what I got was this beautifully messy, raw, and tender story about two people trying to heal from their own wounds while slowly learning how to love again.

Briana, for starters, is such a layered character. She’s smart, strong, and funny, but you can feel how much she’s been hurt. She’s been carrying so many responsibilities for so long. Her brother’s illness, her failing marriage, and the betrayal from someone she once trusted completely. It made her guarded, and I don’t blame her at all. When you’ve been through that kind of emotional rollercoaster, it’s hard to open your heart again. But she does—little by little.

And then there’s Jacob. I don’t even know how to begin. This man deserves all the love in the world. He’s introverted, anxious, and deeply affected by the betrayal of his ex and his own brother, but he’s also one of the most thoughtful male characters I’ve read in a long time. His anxiety wasn’t romanticized or turned into a quirky trait. It was portrayed so genuinely, and I felt seen.

The way he wrote letters to Briana because texting gave him anxiety?? That absolutely gutted me in the best way. It was so personal and so real. Like, this man was trying (really trying) and it wasn’t flashy or dramatic. It was just full of heart. The fact that his love language was words of affirmation and acts of service? That kind of quiet love? That’s the stuff that stays.

And what I adored most was how gentle he was with Briana. No pressure. No forcing her to open up. He was just… there. A safe space. He gave her time and patience and showed her what it’s like to be loved without fear. It felt so refreshing to read about two people who weren’t trying to “fix” each other but were simply showing up, day after day, with all their baggage, and saying, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Their relationship felt like a warm hug after a long, hard day. You know that rare kind of love that doesn’t feel like a firework explosion but more like coming home after being lost for a long time? That’s what Briana and Jacob gave each other. And honestly, that’s what this book gave me.

Even the miscommunication, which normally drives me crazy felt grounded in reality. I still yelled internally at some points 😂, but at the same time, I understood where they were both coming from. Sometimes, especially when you’ve been hurt, it’s easier to assume the worst than to hope for the best. And this book captured that inner conflict so well.

One of the biggest things I took away from this book is the idea that we should be harmless to each other. The world already throws so much at us: stress, grief, pressure, disappointment, so if we’re blessed enough to love someone or be loved, the least we can do is be gentle with them. That’s what Jacob and Briana chose to be for each other. No power games, no emotional sabotage, no unnecessary drama, just two people choosing to be soft, kind, and safe for one another. And that really stayed with me.

Honestly? I think this book surpassed my all-time favorite series—which, until now, was the Percy Jackson series (yes, I said it 😂). I never thought I’d say that, but Abby Jimenez, you’ve written something that felt so deeply human. It's like every time you write, you’re holding up a mirror to our struggles, our anxieties, our heartbreak, our hopes and weaving them into a story that doesn’t just entertain but heals.

And Jacob’s journal? Don’t even get me started. As a fellow “journal girly,” that part felt so personal. I understand that not everyone finds it easy to speak their truth out loud, especially when emotions are overwhelming. The way Jacob poured his thoughts into writing because speaking gave him anxiety? That hit home for me. It reminded me that putting things into words quietly, privately is still a powerful way to process and express what we feel.

Also… let’s talk about Briana’s pregnancy twist 😭 hahahaha! I did not see that coming! But you know what? Even that felt real. Life throws surprises, and this book handled that moment with warmth and grace instead of turning it into a cliché.

In the end, this book wasn’t just about falling in love. It was about choosing love, even when you're scared. About showing up for someone, even when you feel like you're still figuring yourself out. And for that, it’s a story I’ll carry with me for a long, long time.

So yeah—five stars, no question. Maybe even six if that were possible. I didn’t expect to connect this deeply, but now here I am, still thinking about Jacob’s letters and Briana’s strength long after closing the book.

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When God Watches Over Your Trials

"The Lord said, 'I have indeed seen the misery of my people in Egypt. I have heard them crying out because of their slave drivers, and I am concerned about their suffering.'" —Exodus 3:7

Life can be unpredictable and harsh. One moment we are walking in the light, and the next we find ourselves lost in the middle of a storm—confused, afraid, and uncertain about what lies ahead. In those moments, one of the hardest things to believe is that God is still with us. When the winds of life rage and our prayers seem unanswered, Exodus 3:7 becomes more than just a comforting verse it becomes an anchor for the soul. The Israelites had been in bondage for generations. Their cries must have echoed across decades, pleas for freedom, groans of injustice, prayers that, to them, may have seemed forgotten. Yet God’s response to Moses reminds us of something profound: He was listening the entire time. "I have seen... I have heard... I am concerned." These aren’t the words of a distant deity. They are the voice of a compassionate, present, and loving Father. It’s important to note that when God spoke these words, the situation hadn’t changed yet. The chains of the Israelites were still heavy. Pharaoh still ruled. The burden was still real. And yet, God declared that their suffering had not gone unnoticed. This tells us something essential: God’s awareness and care are not dependent on immediate change. He is near even when the storm continues.

The Storm Within

Sometimes, the storms we face aren’t external at all. Sometimes they are internal battles—anxiety, depression, fear of failure, or deep loneliness. In those seasons, Exodus 3:7 becomes a whisper of truth amid the noise of doubt: God sees the storm in your mind and heart. And not only does He see it, He is moved by it. God does not require us to be strong before He pays attention. He did not wait for the Israelites to free themselves before responding. He met them in the middle of their misery. In the same way, He meets us in our mess. Even when all we can do is weep, even when our faith feels fragile, He is already near.

The Waiting Is Not Wasted

One of the most difficult aspects of suffering is the waiting. We want quick resolutions and fast answers. But the story of Exodus shows us that sometimes God is working slowly, thoroughly, preparing a full and complete redemption. Moses wasn’t ready the first time he stood up for justice. He had to go through a wilderness season before returning to Egypt. God was not late. He was preparing the right person at the right time. In our own lives, waiting doesn’t mean nothing is happening. Often, it's in the waiting that God is forming us, teaching us, building strength, and setting the stage for something greater than we imagined. Deliverance is not always immediate, but it is always on the way.

God’s Compassion Leads to Action

Another powerful truth about Exodus 3:7 is that God’s concern is never passive. His compassion moves Him to action. He doesn’t just observe our pain. He responds to it. The entire Exodus story is a testimony to the fact that God is not indifferent. He comes down. He calls. He acts. In our lives, too, God is still working through the comfort of a friend, the strength we didn’t know we had, the open door we weren’t expecting, or the peace that passes understanding. God may not remove every storm, but He promises to walk through it with us.

We Are Never Alone

Perhaps the most personal application of Exodus 3:7 is this: you are not alone in your pain. Whatever burden you’re carrying today, God knows it fully. He doesn’t overlook the quiet battles, the hidden tears, or the deep disappointments you carry silently. He doesn’t just see the big moments, He notices the everyday struggle to keep going. And more than that, He cares. This truth reshapes how we view suffering. It doesn’t always take the pain away, but it assures us that our pain is not pointless. It’s not invisible. It’s not ignored. Our tears matter to God. Our cries reach His heart.

Becoming Like the God Who Sees

As we experience God's heart in Exodus 3:7, we are also invited to reflect that heart to others. If God sees, hears, and is concerned, we are called to do the same for those around us. Sometimes, the most godly thing we can do is to be present for someone else, listening to their story, seeing their pain, offering comfort, and praying with them. Just as God responded with compassion and action, we too can be His hands and feet in a hurting world.

Conclusion: A Storm-Weathering Faith

Exodus 3:7 is not a quick fix, it is a steady promise. It doesn’t tell us that the storm will always end immediately, but it assures us that God is present through it. He sees our misery. He hears our cries. He is concerned about our suffering. And because of that, we can endure. We can hold on, knowing that our story doesn’t end in the storm. God is writing something greater. Just as He did for Israel, just as He did through Jesus, and just as He is doing in you.

If today finds you in the middle of a storm, let this verse be your reminder: You are seen. You are heard. You are loved. And you are not alone.

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Book review: Part of your world by Abby Jimenez

I started reading this book last year, sometime around October. I only got through a few chapters before putting it down because at the time, I was also reading Never Lie by Freida McFadden—and I was so into that one compared to Part of Your World. But last week, during Holy Week, I decided to pick it up again. I figured, why not give it another shot? Honestly though, my main motivation was just that the book was expensive, so I felt like I had to finish it haha.

I want to keep this a non-spoiler review, so I’ll try to share my thoughts without giving too much away.

When I first picked up Part of Your World by Abby Jimenez, I struggled a bit. The pacing felt slow, and the romance unfolded very gradually. I’ll be honest—slow burns and slow-paced stories aren’t really my thing, which is why I ended up putting the book down for a while. I just couldn’t get into it at the time. But eventually, I came back to it, and I’m really glad I did.

Once I got deeper into the story, it hit me in ways I wasn’t expecting. There was one moment with Daniel that just wrecked me emotionally. I actually cried—his vulnerability, the way he opened himself up, especially in that moment of desperation... it really hit home. I felt like I knew him, like he was a real person. That’s when I realized the emotional build-up from the slow burn really paid off.

One of the standout things about this book for me was the town of Wakan and its people. The sense of community there is so heartwarming. It’s the kind of place where everyone genuinely cares. If one person is struggling, the rest step in without hesitation. It’s this beautiful, interconnected support system that honestly felt magical compared to the cold, transactional world Alexis comes from. Her world is ruled by money, image, and obligation. In Wakan, it’s about kindness, connection, and love—and you can really see how that contrast starts to shift her worldview.

Through Daniel and the people of Wakan, Alexis slowly learns that life doesn’t have to be about wealth or status. She starts realizing that she deserves more than just surviving in a world that doesn’t really see her. Even her heart—guarded and conditioned by years of pressure and emotional manipulation—starts to soften. You see her open up, slowly, and it feels earned.

As for the side characters… not all of them sat right with me. Alexis’s friends (aside from Bri, who was great) honestly made me mad. Some of them were just so judgmental, acting high and mighty like they were above everyone else. It was frustrating to read. And Neil—ugh. Sure, he apologized, but it didn’t feel real. There was no depth or sincerity behind his words. He felt like someone who says sorry just to move on, not someone who actually wants to change.

And then there’s Alexis’s dad. I have no words except: what a jerk. He treated her like she was just a tool for maintaining his legacy. No respect for her as a person, no regard for her happiness—just control. And the worst part is, he stays that way throughout the book. No growth, no redemption. It was infuriating to watch.

Thankfully, not all hope is lost. Alexis’s mom, who felt distant and passive for most of the book, does have some character growth by the end. It was a small win, but a meaningful one.

In the end, I’d say this book has a lot of depth and meaning. Even if it started off slow for me, it ended up delivering powerful messages—about healing, about choosing love over obligation, about building a life that feels good for you, not for others. It teaches you how important it is to show up for people, to be part of something bigger than yourself, and that wealth and status will never be more valuable than kindness and connection.

If you're someone who enjoys emotional stories with meaningful relationships and a strong sense of place, Part of Your World is definitely worth the read. And even if you’re not into slow burns, give this one a chance—you might be surprised how much it sticks with you.

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Life Lately: Tales from a Toasty Summer

I’ve been meaning to write a blog post just to catch up on how life’s been lately—specifically, how my April has gone so far. We’re only halfway through the month, but it already feels like so much has happened. And let’s not even talk about the heat—super init talaga! Summer has arrived in full force, and you can feel it the moment you step outside. The kind of heat that makes you want to stay indoors, drink iced anything, and wish for the rain to come early.

But the silver lining? School is almost over. Finally! Vacation is just around the corner, and I’m honestly counting down the days.

The month started off with a General Assembly organized by the HR department at city hall. It was held at Bellevue, which sounds fancy—and it is, at least for the venue. But to be completely honest, I found the actual seminar pretty boring. There weren’t any group activities or interactive moments. It was just speaker after speaker, one presentation after another. Everyone was expected to just sit and listen, and while the topics might have been important, it was hard to stay engaged without any kind of participation.

They said there would be a Q&A after the talks, and I was looking forward to it because I had a few questions in mind. But when it was finally time to ask, my mind went blank. I forgot everything I wanted to say. So I just sat there, pretending to listen. It felt like a wasted chance.

But not everything was a drag. The food was surprisingly good, which kind of made up for the dry seminar. And what I really appreciated was the time I got to spend with my groupmates. We ended up chatting during breaks, sharing random stories, laughing about small things—it was those conversations that really made the day enjoyable. There’s something about bonding over shared boredom and buffet food that makes the experience more bearable, even memorable.

After the seminar wrapped up around 4 PM, I decided to head over to Festival Mall to kill some time. I still had two hours to go before our midweek Bible study at church, which starts at 6 PM. I figured there was no point in going home anymore—it would just be a waste of fare going back and forth, and honestly, it would’ve been more tiring. I thought it was more practical (and less stressful) to just wait it out near the church so I could rest a bit and go straight there when it was time.

Thankfully, I had my current read with me. I always try to bring a book just in case I find myself with free time like this—it’s one of my favorite ways to slow down. I ended up going to Mary Grace, one of my go-to spots when I want a quiet corner and good food. I ordered a plate of pasta, found a cozy seat, and just enjoyed reading for a while.

To be honest, I was already feeling a little hungry by then. I didn’t eat the merienda they served at the seminar earlier. It was an ensaymada, but the bread was a bit dry and not that appetizing, so I gave it away instead. No regrets though, because the pasta I ordered at Mary Grace really hit the spot—it was warm, comforting, and just what I needed after a long day of sitting through lectures.

Then came Sunday—my favorite day of the week. There’s just something so refreshing and grounding about it. I especially loved how Sunday school went that day. Our teacher taught us about the Fruit of the Spirit, and one point that really stayed with me was how important it is to be bearing fruit as we continue to serve the Lord.

He emphasized that love is listed first among the fruit for a reason—because without love, there can be no real joy, peace, patience, or any of the other fruits. Everything flows from love. And it’s not just about loving people who are easy to love. We’re called to show love to everyone, even when it’s difficult. That really made me reflect.

But at the same time, our teacher reminded us that true love doesn’t tolerate wrongdoing. It doesn’t mean we turn a blind eye to things that are clearly wrong. Sometimes, love means being honest and calling out what’s not right—but doing so with gentleness, respect, and grace. It’s not about shaming someone, but about guiding them in love. That really hit me—how love has to be both kind and truthful.

All in all, Sunday was a day well spent. After the service, a few of us from church went out and had dinner together at McDonald’s. It was a simple meal, but as always, being with people who share your faith and values makes it feel special. We laughed, shared stories, and ended the day with full hearts (and full stomachs too!).

One of the highlights—and definitely my favorite moment—from these past two weeks of April was the holiday break. I asked my husband if we could go on a date, just the two of us, and to my surprise, he said yes! I was honestly a bit shocked because my husband is the ultimate homebody, especially when it’s hot outside. If the sun is blazing, good luck getting him out of the house. Haha!

But apparently, he had an errand to run too—he needed to buy a new string for his guitar from JBL. So in a way, my date idea worked in his favor, which is probably why he agreed so quickly.

Our first stop was Fully Booked. Of course, I was in my element, surrounded by shelves of books, but my husband started looking bored almost immediately. I told him he could go ahead to JBL while I stayed behind to browse. I really wanted to take my time exploring since I had a specific book in mind. I said I’d just meet him at JBL once I was done.

I had been eyeing The Brothers Karamazov—specifically the Centennial Edition—for a while now. And to my delight, I found a copy! It was the last one in stock, too, which made it feel like fate. Of course, I didn’t stop there. I ended up buying four books in total: The Brothers Karamazov, A Room with a View, Animal Farm, and Daniel Deronda. My wallet cried a little, but thanks to a sweet discount, I didn’t feel too guilty.

After my bookstore haul, I headed over to JBL to find my husband. We decided to eat at Din Tai Fung afterward. It was my second time eating there—the first was at MOA—and while I remember the food being okay, I have to say the overall experience this time was a bit… complicated. I don’t know why, but ordering felt confusing, and the atmosphere wasn’t as warm or welcoming compared to other Chinese restaurants we’ve tried, like Super Bowl or Tim Ho Wan. There, everything feels straightforward and the staff are super approachable.

What really ruined the experience though wasn’t even the food—it was the people seated next to us. A group of teenagers sat nearby, and I happened to overhear them making fun of me and my husband. Apparently, they were mocking us for speaking in English with each other. I couldn’t help but laugh a little—not because it was funny, but because of how ridiculous it was. These kids, who haven’t even proven anything in life yet, were already quick to judge just based on how we spoke and looked. It was immature and shallow.

I turned around and looked straight at them. I didn’t say a word—I just stared. That was enough to make them go quiet. I really wanted to tell them to be more respectful because their loud laughter was already disturbing the other diners. But I held my tongue. My husband, though, could sense I was getting uncomfortable, so he suggested we just head home. Haha!

We were supposed to grab coffee at Zus after din tai fung, but he was already in a bad mood because of the incident. So we decided to skip it and go home instead.

Honestly, I didn’t let those teens ruin my day. I don’t like giving energy to things like that. In the end, disrespect reflects more on the person doing it than the one it’s aimed at. So, no big deal.

Lastly, one of the most meaningful things that happened recently was the start of our Bible journaling group study session, which began yesterday, April 11. I created this journal and study group because I personally felt the deep need for it in my life. I’ve been longing for a space where I could dive deeper into God’s Word, reflect, and grow in faith alongside others.

When I invited a few friends to join, I was surprised—and encouraged—to find that they felt the same way. Just like me, they were craving something more intentional. They wanted to study the Word of God, to reflect on Scripture, and to share encouragement with one another. It felt so affirming, like God was confirming that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I can’t even explain how happy and fulfilled I felt—it was like a quiet yes from the Lord that I’m on the right path.

For our first session, we started with the book of John, chapter 1. We talked about how, sadly, the world did not accept Jesus—even though He was the one who created it. We reflected on how incredible and humbling it is that the Creator of all things would step into His creation to redeem us from sin, only to be rejected by the very people He came to save.

As we continued, we also opened up and shared personal reflections—specifically, how Jesus can be seen in our lives through our actions and words, especially when we interact with other people. It became a beautiful, heartfelt discussion about how we can live in a way that reflects Christ—through kindness, humility, and love—even in the ordinary moments.

Starting this Bible journaling group has already been such a blessing, and I’m genuinely excited for the weeks to come. There’s something so special about growing in faith with a community that encourages you to keep your heart anchored in the Word.

So, that's been a little glimpse into my life these past couple of weeks—filled with small moments of joy, a few surprises, and some meaningful reflections. From my spontaneous date day with my husband to starting a Bible journaling group, it's been a mix of lighthearted fun and deep spiritual growth.

I’m so grateful for the little things that remind me of God’s presence in my life, and I can’t wait to see what the next chapter brings. Thanks for reading along! I’ll be back soon with more updates. Until then, take care and stay blessed!

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Forgiveness Is the Language of the Redeemed

Forgiveness is a word we often hear in church pews, devotionals, and Sunday sermons. It's easy to nod our heads in agreement, quote the Lord's Prayer, or recall that time we said, “It’s okay, I forgive you.” But when we are deeply wounded—betrayed, disappointed, or wronged in ways that scar us—it becomes clear that forgiveness is not always easy. And yet, Scripture reminds us again and again: forgiveness is not optional. It is the heartbeat of our faith, the very reason we can stand before God without condemnation.

At the center of our salvation is Calvary—a hill where love bled, where mercy poured out, and where Jesus Christ took upon Himself the sins of humanity. The Cross is the greatest display of forgiveness ever known to mankind. And because of it, forgiveness is not just something we receive—it’s something we are called to give.

The Free Gift That Cost Everything

Forgiveness is freely given to us, but it was not cheap. It cost the Son of God His life. Jesus endured mockery, beating, betrayal, and crucifixion, not for His own sins, but for ours. The spotless Lamb was sacrificed so that sinners like us could be called righteous. That is the starting point of all Christian forgiveness.

When we truly understand the price Jesus paid at Calvary, we realize that forgiveness is not a nice gesture—it’s a reflection of the Gospel. It is not something we do when we feel ready or when the offender has made amends. Forgiveness is not dependent on apology or remorse. It is a decision, an act of obedience, and a manifestation of grace. Because Jesus forgave us completely, unconditionally, and undeservedly, we are called to do the same.

Forgiveness Is Not Optional

Jesus’ words in Matthew 6:14–15 are sobering:

“For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.”

These verses are not vague. They’re not open to interpretation. Jesus makes it clear—our forgiveness of others is directly tied to our understanding and reception of His forgiveness for us. We cannot claim to walk in the light while holding on to darkness in our hearts.

When we withhold forgiveness, we put ourselves in the place of judge, forgetting that the only Righteous Judge has already shown mercy. And if He, being holy, could extend grace to the vilest of sinners, how dare we, who have been forgiven much, refuse to forgive?

Unforgiveness is not just a personal struggle—it is a spiritual rebellion. It says to God, “I want your forgiveness, but I won’t extend it to others.” It distorts the Gospel. It diminishes the Cross. And in its harshest reality, it insults Calvary.

An Insult to Calvary

This may sound strong, but let it sink in: to live in unforgiveness is to insult the sacrifice of Jesus. The very essence of the Cross was mercy toward the undeserving. Jesus cried out, “Father, forgive them,” while nails pierced His hands. He forgave the thief beside Him. He forgave Peter who denied Him. He forgave us, even before we ever thought to ask.

So when we say, “I can’t forgive,” what we really mean is, “Their offense is greater than what Christ did for me.” That’s not just painful—it’s prideful. It places our hurt above His healing. It says our judgment matters more than His mercy. And in doing so, we make light of the most precious act in history.

Forgiveness Isn’t Easy—But It’s Liberating

Let’s be honest: forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. It doesn’t erase the past or pretend the pain wasn’t real. It doesn’t require us to stay in harmful situations or trust someone who remains unrepentant. Forgiveness doesn’t minimize the wound—it entrusts it to the One who can heal.

When we forgive, we aren’t saying, “What you did was okay.” We’re saying, “I’m letting go of the right to make you pay, because Jesus paid for both of us.”

Forgiveness frees us. It breaks the chains of bitterness, resentment, and vengeance. It releases us from the heavy burden of being our own avenger. And it allows God to step in and bring justice in His perfect way and timing.

Forgive Because You Were Forgiven

Ephesians 4:32 says,

“Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.”

This is the standard. Not, “Forgive when they deserve it,” or “Forgive when the pain is gone,” but “Just as Christ forgave you.” That means fully, completely, and without condition.

Forgiveness is not optional because Christ’s forgiveness was not partial. It is freely given because we are recipients of a mercy so lavish, so undeserved, that to hoard it would be spiritual hypocrisy.

The Final Word

If you're struggling to forgive, bring your pain to the foot of the Cross. Remember Calvary—not just as a place of suffering, but as a place of victory. There, Jesus conquered sin, including the sins committed against you. There, He made forgiveness possible for you—and through you.

To forgive is not to forget the pain. It is to remember the Cross.

And when we forgive, we don’t just set others free—we set ourselves free. We honor Calvary. We reflect Christ. And we step into the fullness of grace that has always been ours to give.

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When Faith Grows Beside Falsehood

Yesterday’s preaching was centered on the Parable of the Wheat and the Tares, and it deeply moved me. As I listened, I couldn’t help but think of my dad. This particular parable was his favorite, and he used to share it with us often, especially during his dialysis sessions. It brought him comfort and wisdom during difficult times, and hearing it again yesterday felt like a warm reminder of his faith and strength.

The message truly resonated with me, not only because of the personal memories it stirred, but also because of its powerful relevance to our lives today. The idea that wheat and tares—true believers and false ones—grow side by side in the same field reminds us that appearances can be deceiving, and that it is God alone who truly knows the heart. It also speaks of patience, trust, and hope. God is not blind to what happens in the world or in the Church. He sees everything, and in His perfect time, there will be a harvest—a time of separation, justice, and reward.

I just wanted to share my personal reflection on yesterday’s preaching and offer some thoughts on what we can learn from it. The parable challenges us to examine our own hearts, to stay rooted in truth, and to trust in God’s timing even when we don’t understand why certain things are allowed to grow. It reminds us that our role is not to judge but to keep growing, keep loving, and keep bearing fruit.

In the Gospel of Matthew 13:24–30, Jesus presents one of His most thought-provoking parables—the parable of the wheat and the tares. Though short and seemingly simple, this story holds powerful truths about the kingdom of God, the Church, and the condition of the human heart. As Jesus tells it, a man sowed good seed in his field, but while men slept, an enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat. The tares—likely darnel, a weed that looks like wheat—grew alongside the real crop. When the servants noticed the problem, they asked if they should pull out the weeds. But the master said no, lest they also uproot the wheat. Instead, he instructed them to let both grow together until the harvest, when the reapers would separate them: the wheat would be gathered into the barn, and the tares burned.

On the surface, this parable is agricultural. But as with many of Jesus’ teachings, its meaning goes far deeper. Jesus later explains the parable to His disciples in verses 36–43. The sower is the Son of Man; the field is the world; the good seed represents the sons of the kingdom, and the tares are the sons of the wicked one. The enemy is the devil, the harvest is the end of the age, and the reapers are the angels. This explanation reveals the sobering truth that in this present world—even in the visible Church—there will always be a mixture of true believers and those who only appear to be. The parable becomes not just a story, but a lens through which we view the Christian life today.

One of the most striking messages we gather from this parable is that not everything that appears to be of God truly is. The tares and the wheat look alike during their early growth. To the untrained eye, both may seem good, healthy, and productive. In the same way, in our Christian world today, not everyone who claims the name of Christ is truly a follower of Jesus. We live in an age where Christianity can become a cultural label rather than a lived-out faith. Many attend church, speak Christian language, even lead ministries, yet lack a personal relationship with Jesus and the fruit of the Spirit. Jesus Himself warned of this in Matthew 7:21 when He said, “Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father in heaven.” This verse should cause each of us to reflect deeply on the authenticity of our walk with God.

The parable also uncovers the subtlety of the enemy’s tactics. The enemy sows tares while men sleep. His work is not always loud or obvious; sometimes, it is quiet and unnoticed. In today’s Church, the devil sows seeds of compromise, confusion, and counterfeit spirituality. He imitates what is real, distorting the gospel and diluting the truth. This is why we see false teachings, prosperity gospels, divisions, and lukewarm faith rising even within communities of believers. The devil is not only interested in persecution from the outside; he often works from within, quietly introducing elements that choke growth and blur the lines between truth and deception.

This leads us to another important lesson: the Church will always be a mixed field—for now. We often long for a pure, holy, and flawless body of believers. We wish the Church could be a place without sin, hypocrisy, or struggle. But Jesus reminds us that as long as we live in this world, the wheat and the tares will grow together. God, in His wisdom, allows them to coexist for a season. Why? Because uprooting the tares too soon may also damage the wheat. This is a call for patience and trust in God’s timing. As believers, we may find ourselves discouraged by the sin we see in others, by scandals in the Church, or by believers who hurt rather than heal. But God sees all. He knows His own. And He promises that at the end of the age, He will do the separating.

The parable also teaches us not to assume the role of judge. The servants in the story wanted to pull up the tares, but the master told them not to. In the same way, we must resist the urge to label or condemn others too quickly. We may think we are helping God by pointing out who is real and who is fake, but our judgment is limited and imperfect. There are times when someone we assume to be a tare may actually be a struggling believer, and someone we admire as wheat may prove to be false. Only God sees the heart. Only He can perfectly separate the righteous from the unrighteous. Our role is not to judge, but to love, pray, and walk in truth. This does not mean we tolerate sin or refuse to confront what is wrong, but we do so with humility, grace, and a deep awareness that we, too, are in need of mercy.

Perhaps one of the most encouraging truths in the parable is that the wheat continues to grow despite the presence of the tares. The good seed is not choked out. The wheat still matures, still bears fruit, and still becomes ready for the harvest. This speaks to the power of God at work in His people. Even in a world of spiritual confusion, even in a Church that sometimes stumbles, God’s true children are growing. The presence of tares does not stop the wheat from becoming what it was meant to be. In fact, the contrast between the two makes the wheat’s fruit even more evident.

Finally, this parable reminds us that a day of harvest is coming. There will be a time when the wheat and tares are separated. The wheat will be gathered into God’s barn—a picture of eternal life and reward—while the tares will be burned, representing eternal separation and judgment. This should stir both comfort and urgency in our hearts. Comfort, because we know that God will not allow injustice, sin, and deception to go unchecked forever. He will make all things right. But also urgency, because we are not promised forever to get our lives in order. The harvest will come, and we must be ready.

In our Christian world today, this parable speaks louder than ever. It calls us to examine our faith, to pursue a real and growing relationship with Jesus, and to bear fruit that lasts. It warns us not to be discouraged when we see brokenness in the Church or confusion in the world. It reminds us that God is still in control, still watching, and still working. And most of all, it assures us that the harvest will come—and on that day, every heart will be revealed.

May we be found faithful, rooted in Christ, growing in love and truth, and shining with the light of the kingdom. May we not just look like wheat—but truly be wheat—marked by the presence and power of God in our lives. And until the harvest comes, may we walk humbly, serve joyfully, and trust completely in the Lord of the field.

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When Worry Fades, Joy Remains

Lately, I’ve been feeling out of the blue—tired, anxious, and uncertain about tomorrow. It’s as if the weight of the world has settled on my shoulders, and no matter how much I try to shake it off, the worries linger. The “what-ifs” whisper in my mind, stealing my peace. But in the middle of my restlessness, I found an unexpected source of encouragement: the Book of Philippians.

Paul wrote this letter while in prison, yet it is filled with so much joy, hope, and confidence in Christ. How could a man, locked away and facing an uncertain future, radiate such unwavering faith? As I read through Philippians, I began to see a clear message—joy isn’t about my circumstances; it’s about my perspective.

Rejoice, Even When It Doesn't Make Sense

Paul says, “Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!” (Philippians 4:4). At first, I struggled with this verse. How do I rejoice when life feels heavy? But then I realized—Paul wasn’t saying to ignore my struggles. He was reminding me that joy comes from the Lord, not from my situation. Rejoicing isn’t about pretending everything is perfect; it’s about choosing to trust God even when it’s not.

Paul’s life was filled with hardships—beatings, imprisonment, shipwrecks, and rejection—but he still found joy. In Philippians 1:12-14, he explains that his suffering actually advanced the gospel: "Now I want you to know, brothers and sisters, that what has happened to me has actually served to advance the gospel. As a result, it has become clear throughout the whole palace guard and to everyone else that I am in chains for Christ." Even in suffering, Paul saw purpose. This encouraged me—maybe my struggles, too, can be used for God’s glory.

Replacing Anxiety with Prayer

One of the verses that spoke directly to my heart was Philippians 4:6-7: “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

I needed to hear this. I had been holding onto my worries, trying to figure everything out on my own. But Paul’s words reminded me that peace isn’t something I create—it’s something God gives when I surrender my anxieties to Him. So, instead of dwelling on my fears, I decided to bring them to God in prayer, trusting that His peace would guard my heart.

This reminds me of another passage in Romans 5:3-5: “Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.” Paul teaches us that suffering isn’t pointless—it shapes us and leads us to hope.

Strength for Today, Hope for Tomorrow

Philippians 1:6 reminded me that I am a work in progress: “Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” God isn’t finished with me yet. The uncertainty I feel about tomorrow doesn’t mean God isn’t working. He is still shaping me, refining me, and preparing me for what’s ahead.

And when I feel weak? Philippians 4:13 gives me confidence: “I can do all this through him who gives me strength.” Paul wasn’t just talking about achieving great things—he was talking about enduring hardships with God’s strength. And if he could find strength in Christ while imprisoned, I can find strength in Him today, no matter what I’m facing.

Paul also gives us hope in 2 Corinthians 4:16-18: “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” These verses remind me to shift my focus from my struggles to the bigger picture—eternity with Christ.

Suffering With Purpose

Paul didn’t just endure suffering; he embraced it, knowing that it served a greater purpose. In Philippians 3:10, he says, "I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death." His goal wasn’t just to escape hardship—it was to grow closer to Christ through it.

Another encouraging passage is 2 Corinthians 12:9-10, where Paul talks about his "thorn in the flesh": "But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." This verse reminds me that God’s strength is revealed in my weaknesses. I don’t have to have it all together—God’s grace is enough.

Choosing Joy in Christ

Paul’s words in Philippians aren’t just a call to be happy—they are an invitation to experience deep, unshakable joy in Christ. A joy that doesn’t fade when life gets hard. A joy that isn’t based on circumstances but on the unchanging love of God.

So, as I walk through my struggles, I choose to hold on to the truth found in Philippians. I choose to rejoice, to pray instead of worry, and to trust that God is still at work. My circumstances may not change overnight, but my heart is being transformed. And that gives me the hope I need for tomorrow.

No matter what comes, I hold onto Paul’s final encouragement in Philippians 4:19: "And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus." God will provide—not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. He will give me the strength to press on, just as He did for Paul.

If Paul could find joy in prison, I can find joy in my trials. If Paul could trust God in suffering, I can trust Him in my uncertainty. And if Paul’s faith could endure through the worst, then I can hold onto mine, knowing that the same God who strengthened him is strengthening me today.

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Brushstrokes of March: 32 and counting, museums, and new discoveries

March is my birth month, and as I turn 32—officially stepping beyond the traditional calendar years—I find myself reflecting on how my perspective on life has changed. Gone are the days when I sought grand celebrations or expected birthday greetings from everyone. Now, I find comfort in keeping things simple and low-key. I no longer feel the urge to dine in expensive restaurants or indulge in lavish experiences just to mark the occasion. Instead, I find happiness in quiet moments, in the warmth of everyday life. A peaceful walk is enough to clear my mind, bring me serenity, and remind me of how truly blessed I am. There is no longer a need for extravagance—just a heart filled with gratitude and a life lived in contentment.

I told my husband that instead of a big birthday celebration, I wanted something simple—just a day of visiting museums and a quick stop at IKEA. He immediately agreed, which made me happy because it meant we were on the same page. Originally, my plan was quite ambitious. I wanted to visit the three biggest museums in the Philippines and take a stroll through Intramuros, soaking in the rich history of old Manila. But as with most well-laid plans, time didn’t cooperate. We ended up only visiting the National Museum of Fine Arts.

I had been to the National Museum before, back in 2017, but at that time, I didn’t really appreciate it. Maybe I was younger, distracted, or simply not as interested in art back then. This time, though, it felt different. As I walked through the museum halls, I found myself slowing down, taking in every painting, every sculpture, and every little detail with a new sense of admiration. The artwork that caught my heart the most were the paintings of Fernando Amorsolo. I’ve always known about his work, but seeing them again as an adult—especially on my birthday—felt special. There’s something about his paintings that feels so alive, as if they’re glowing from within. His use of light, the way he captures daily life, the serenity in his countryside scenes—it’s like stepping into a peaceful, simpler time. Just standing in front of his work made me feel calm, as if I could hear the laughter of the people in his paintings or feel the warmth of the sun he so beautifully painted.

It wasn’t just me who enjoyed the visit—my husband did too. He has always appreciated art, and it made me so happy to see him truly engaged, stopping in front of certain pieces, admiring the brushwork, and pointing out details I might have missed. Sharing that experience with him made the visit even more meaningful.

One thing I really love about the National Museum is that it’s free for everyone. It’s open from Monday to Sunday, and I honestly think more people should take advantage of it. There’s something so refreshing about spending time surrounded by history and art without having to spend a single peso. It’s a reminder that beauty and knowledge are accessible to all—you just need the time and willingness to explore.

Since we only got to visit two museums, we’ve already planned our next trip. We’re hoping to explore the National Museum of Anthropology and the National Museum of Natural History next. And of course, Fort Santiago is high on my list. I’ve read that you can book a tour guide there, and if you buy tickets through Klook, a guided tour might already be included. That sounds like such a great way to fully experience the place, rather than just wandering around without context.

I’ve always had a fascination with history, especially anything related to our ancestors and the past events that shaped our country. There’s something deeply moving about being in a place filled with relics from the past, knowing that each item has a story to tell. I’m particularly drawn to artifacts from World War I and II, not just because of their historical significance, but because they represent real people, real struggles, and real moments of resilience. Learning about what they went through—how they lived, how they survived, and how they fought for the life we now enjoy—makes me appreciate history even more.

This birthday may not have been grand or extravagant, but it was exactly what I wanted—a peaceful day spent learning new things, appreciating art, and making memories with my husband. It was simple, but it made me happy. And honestly, that’s more than enough for me.

After we finished exploring the National Museum of Fine Arts, we booked a Grab to Mall of Asia because it was already lunchtime, and we were getting really hungry. The original plan was to eat at Ambos, a well-known restaurant, but unfortunately, we couldn’t find it. We kept looking for it, but after some time, we decided to try another place instead. Our next option was Juan Bistro, but when we got there, it was fully packed with customers, and there was no available table for us. Since we were already starving, we just picked the next restaurant we saw, which happened to be Congo Grill.

We didn’t expect much, but to our surprise, the food was really delicious! I especially loved the pinakbet—it had the perfect mix of flavors, and I couldn’t stop eating it. Even though this restaurant wasn’t part of our original plan, it turned out to be a great choice, and we were happy with our meal. After eating, we paid the bill and decided to continue our day by walking around the mall.

One of our stops was Muji. The moment I entered the store, I went straight to the stationery section and started picking out pens. I love writing down my thoughts, whether it’s in a notebook or my Bible journal, so I couldn’t resist buying more pens. I ended up hoarding quite a few because I knew I would be using them a lot. There’s just something so satisfying about having good-quality pens, especially when you love journaling.

After that, we headed to IKEA. I love going there, not just to shop but also to look around and get ideas for organizing and decorating. This time, we made sure to only buy things that we needed, not just things that we wanted. It’s always tempting to grab extra stuff, but we controlled ourselves and stuck to the essentials. It felt good knowing that everything we bought was something useful for our home.

To end our day, we went to Festival Mall and stopped by Starbucks for coffee. We just sat there, relaxing and talking, enjoying the quiet moment together. It was the perfect way to slow down and reflect on the day. But before heading home, we made one last stop—at a small street food stall, where we bought kwek-kwek for merienda. I love simple snacks like this, and it felt like the perfect way to wrap up our little adventure.

Looking back, I realize that I don’t need anything fancy or expensive to be happy. This birthday was proof that simple moments—like visiting a museum, eating good food, buying pens, shopping for home essentials, and enjoying a cup of coffee—can bring so much joy. What made it even more special was being able to spend it with my husband, just enjoying each other’s company.

This birthday was not just about celebrating another year of life, but also about appreciating the little things that make life beautiful. And for that, I am truly grateful.

This month has been a time of slowing down, spending more quiet moments with Jesus, and diving deeper into His Word. I started reading the book of Matthew with the goal of finishing the entire Gospel. There's something so comforting about taking the time to sit down with the Bible, allowing His words to speak to my heart. To make this a more intentional habit, I began going to coffee shops, not just to study, but also to find a peaceful space where I could relax and reflect.

In moments of desperation, fear, and anxiety, Jesus' words have been my greatest source of comfort. They lift me up and remind me that I am never alone, no matter what I face. This quiet time with Him has become my refuge, my safe place, and I love that I am making it a regular part of my life.

Another thing I’m really excited about is the Bible journaling group I recently started in our church. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, and now it’s finally happening! Our first meet-up is scheduled for April 11 at a coffee shop, and I can’t wait to gather with others who share the same love for God’s Word. I hope this group becomes a space where we can grow in faith together, encourage one another, and creatively express what we learn from the Bible.

Aside from these quiet and meaningful moments, this month also brought unexpected adventures. We took a spontaneous trip to the beach in Batangas. It wasn’t planned at all—because, as they say, the best trips are the ones that happen out of the blue! Funny how whenever we try to plan something ahead of time, it rarely pushes through, but when it's last-minute, it actually happens!

We spent the day by the shore, grilling food and enjoying the fresh sea breeze. We had grilled meat, hotdogs for the kids, and my personal favorite—ensaladang talong with salted eggs. There’s something about simple meals by the beach that just makes them taste even better.

In the afternoon, we decided to go island hopping. I have to admit, I was really scared at first because the waves were big, and for a moment, I thought we wouldn't make it. But by God's grace, we arrived safely. When we finally reached the island, I just stood there in awe, taking in the beauty of the place. The crashing waves, the endless sky, the peaceful surroundings—it was breathtaking. Looking at it all, I was reminded that no one else could have created something this magnificent except Jesus Himself.

This month has been a mix of stillness and adventure, of quiet reflection and spontaneous joy. And through it all, I’ve felt God's presence in every moment—whether in the pages of my Bible, in the peaceful atmosphere of a coffee shop, or in the vast beauty of the ocean. It’s a reminder that He is everywhere, always near, and always ready to speak if we just take the time to listen.

This month was truly special because it was when the KOICA Korean volunteers held a seminar for us teachers about music and arts! From the moment we stepped into the venue, I could tell that a lot of effort had been put into organizing the event. Everything was well-planned, and the speakers were passionate about sharing their knowledge. I was really looking forward to learning new techniques that I could use in my teaching, especially for my young students, and I wasn’t disappointed—there was so much to take away from the experience!

One of the activities that stood out to me was a creative exercise where we were asked to scribble freely on a piece of paper while listening to music. At first, it seemed like just a fun little task, but then the speaker told us to carefully observe our scribbles and see if we could find hidden images—maybe an animal, a shape, or something that resembled an object. After that, we were asked to use a marker to outline what we saw. I was amazed at how our random scribbles could turn into actual pictures when we looked at them differently! This activity was so simple yet so brilliant because it encourages children to use their imagination and see things beyond just lines and shapes. It’s a great way to spark creativity in young minds, and I can’t wait to try it in my own classroom.

Another art activity that I absolutely loved was the painting experiment. We started by splattering different colors of paint onto a blank sheet of paper—letting the colors fall wherever they wanted. Then, we dipped a piece of yarn into the paint, placed it on the paper, and carefully pulled it across the surface. The moment I lifted the string, I was stunned. The patterns left behind formed something that looked like a jellyfish gracefully floating through ocean waves. I stared at it for a while, mesmerized by how it turned out. The speaker then asked us to give our artwork a title, so I named mine The Jellyfish Waltz—because the jellyfish truly looked like they were dancing to the music playing in the background. The entire process felt so surreal, and it made me realize how freeing and expressive art can be when you let go of control and just allow creativity to flow.

Then came the music seminar, and I absolutely loved every part of it! There’s something so powerful about music, especially in early childhood education, and I was thrilled that KOICA and UNICEF provided us with musical instrument kits for our students. I could already picture my kids’ faces lighting up as they explored new sounds, played with different instruments, and discovered the joy of making music. It’s amazing to think about how something as simple as rhythm and melody can make learning more engaging and meaningful for children.

But the most unexpected moment of the seminar came toward the end. Teacher Anj was originally supposed to give the reflection speech, but since she wasn’t feeling well, they asked me if I could do it instead. Without hesitation, I said yes. I’ve always believed that when an opportunity presents itself, you should take it—because you never know what it could lead to. Public speaking isn’t something I do every day, but I saw this as a chance to share my thoughts, represent my fellow teachers, and express our gratitude for everything we learned that day.

As I stood in front of everyone, I felt the weight of all eyes on me. The KOICA Country Director and our mayor were both in attendance, listening intently as I spoke. For a brief moment, nerves started to creep in, but I quickly reminded myself why I was there. I took a deep breath and let my words flow. I shared how much the seminar had impacted us, how the activities inspired us, and how excited we were to bring what we learned back to our students. As I spoke, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, and I knew deep in my heart that the Lord was with me in that moment. He gave me the courage to stand there, the words to say, and the confidence to deliver my speech without fear.

Looking back on this entire experience, I feel nothing but gratitude. This seminar wasn’t just about learning new teaching techniques—it was about creativity, self-expression, and stepping outside our comfort zones. It was a reminder that art and music are not just subjects to be taught but powerful tools that can inspire, heal, and bring people together. Most of all, it was another moment where I felt God’s presence, guiding me and giving me the strength to embrace every opportunity that comes my way.

This month has been filled with so many meaningful experiences, and I can’t wait to see how these lessons will shape me not just as a teacher, but as a person.

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Two paths, One purpose

Throughout the New Testament, two of Jesus’ closest disciples, Apostle John and Apostle Peter, stand out as remarkable figures who embody different aspects of faith, growth, and discipleship. Their journeys were distinct, yet both offer valuable lessons for believers today. At times, we may find ourselves identifying more with Peter—impulsive, passionate, and sometimes struggling with doubt—while at other times, we might resonate with John’s deep love and steady faith. Their stories remind us of the complexities of our Christian walk and the grace that sustains us through it all.

Peter: The Passionate but Imperfect Disciple

Peter was known for his boldness and zeal. He was the disciple who stepped out of the boat to walk on water, declared Jesus as the Messiah, and promised unwavering loyalty. However, his impulsiveness also led him to moments of failure—he doubted and began to sink, he rebuked Jesus out of misunderstanding, and he famously denied Christ three times before the rooster crowed. Yet, despite these shortcomings, Peter was restored by Jesus, who called him to “feed my sheep” (John 21:17).

Many of us can relate to Peter’s journey. We are eager to follow Christ, yet we sometimes falter in fear, doubt, or failure. But Peter’s story reminds us that God does not abandon us in our weaknesses. Instead, He refines us, strengthens our faith, and calls us to continue the work He has set before us. Peter’s life is a testament to the power of God’s grace and the transformation that comes through His love. His later leadership in the early church, his bold preaching at Pentecost, and his unwavering commitment—even to martyrdom—show how God can use even the most flawed individuals for His glory.

John: The Disciple of Love and Devotion

John, often referred to as “the disciple whom Jesus loved,” presents a different yet equally compelling example of faith. His Gospel and letters emphasize love, truth, and deep relationship with Christ. John was present at the crucifixion, entrusted with the care of Jesus’ mother, and later wrote the powerful visions in Revelation. His writings call believers to abide in Christ, love one another, and remain faithful.

Unlike Peter, John does not have a record of dramatic failures or moments of doubt. Instead, he is a picture of quiet strength and devotion. For many Christians, John’s example challenges us to grow in our love for Christ and others, to seek deep intimacy with God, and to remain steadfast even in times of trial. His faithfulness reminds us that a life centered on God’s love is a life of enduring impact. John’s unwavering faith through persecution, including his exile on Patmos, shows that love and devotion to Christ can sustain us through life’s harshest trials.

We Are Both Peter and John

As believers, we often find ourselves walking the line between Peter’s passionate imperfection and John’s steady devotion. There are moments when we are bold but reckless, faithful but fearful. Other times, we are deeply connected to Christ, resting in His love and truth. The beauty of their stories is that both were used mightily by God despite their differences.

God calls us to embrace both passion and devotion, courage and humility. Peter and John’s lives remind us that our faith journey is one of growth, restoration, and grace. Whether we see ourselves more like Peter, struggling but willing, or like John, quietly abiding in love, the most important lesson is that Jesus calls us to follow Him wholeheartedly. Even in their differences, they shared a common mission: to proclaim Christ. Peter’s preaching and John’s writings continue to shape Christianity, teaching us that diverse expressions of faith are all valuable in God’s kingdom.

God’s Plan for Our Journey

One of the most beautiful aspects of Peter and John’s journey is how their stories intertwine. They were not only fellow disciples but also ministry partners. After the resurrection, they were seen together spreading the Gospel, healing the sick, and boldly testifying about Christ (Acts 3:1-10). Despite their differing personalities, they shared a common purpose—to make Christ known.

This teaches us an essential lesson: God uses each of us uniquely, and our differences do not disqualify us from serving Him. Some of us may be outspoken and take leadership roles like Peter, while others may be quiet and contemplative like John. What matters is not how we serve but that we remain faithful in our calling.

In the end, both Peter and John teach us that our identity is not in our failures or strengths but in our relationship with Christ. He is the one who transforms us, equips us, and leads us into His purpose. Let us walk this journey with the confidence that He who called us is faithful to complete His work in us (Philippians 1:6). Let us embrace both the fiery passion of Peter and the steadfast love of John, knowing that God’s grace is more than enough to sustain us through every season of our faith.

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February Diaries: Love, Food, Museums, and Daily Life

February may be the shortest month, but it’s definitely the sweetest of them all. I’ve been meaning to share this, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long — life just got a little busy! So here I am, finally posting it. Just a heads up, this might be a bit all over the place, haha.

February has always been one of my most awaited months — not because it’s the love month, but because it’s our wedding anniversary! We just celebrated four years together, and it was nothing fancy or extravagant. We chose to stay at home and celebrate with my friend, Esther. We’re way past the usual going-out dates, I guess — maybe that’s just how it is when you get older, lol.

We just ordered 99 Silog meals — two each because why not — and, of course, we couldn’t miss having cakes. The most memorable part of it all was when we bumped into Ma’am Analyn at Red Ribbon while buying cakes. She’s our ninang from the wedding, by the way. She was there buying a cake for her daughter, but to our surprise, she also bought cakes for us! Can you believe it? We ended up with two chocolate cakes! My heart was so happy!

Sometimes, it’s the simple moments like these that make anniversaries even more special. No grand gestures, just good food and good company — and that’s enough to fill my heart with so much love and joy.

This month, we also got to try a lot of different food — seriously, it was quite an adventure. One of the most memorable ones was when our Korean volunteers at school invited us to dinner at Sanmaru. It’s this Korean barbecue grill restaurant that also serves steak. The place had that authentic Korean vibe, and the dishes looked absolutely delicious.

Now, I have to admit, the steak was a bit too rare for my taste. I’m more of a medium-well kind of person, so it was a little intimidating at first. But despite that, it was still pretty good. The real star of the night for me, though, was the Bibimbap. It was absolutely to die for! The flavors were spot on, and it was just the kind of comfort food I didn’t know I needed that day.

And then there’s Teacher Mijin — bless her heart. She made me some Kimbap, and wow, it was so legit. You know how the usual store-bought kimbap tastes from places like 7/11? This one was on a whole different level. It tasted so fresh and delicious, and I guess that’s what happens when it’s made by someone who actually knows the recipe by heart. It wasn’t just good — it was authentic.

Aside from that, I also treated my husband to Hapilee. It’s one of my comfort food spots, and there wasn’t really any special occasion. I just felt like treating him and sharing some good food. Sometimes you just have those days when you want to make your loved ones happy for no reason at all.

Back at home, we also whipped up some Migoreng for our midnight snack. It’s one of those quick, no-fuss meals that hits just right when you’re craving something savory in the middle of the night. Oh, and the coffee! We made an entire pitcher of it because why not, right? Turns out, it was way too much caffeine for me. I was wide awake for two whole days! Lesson learned — maybe just one cup next time, haha.

I also ended up buying a bunch of books from Amazon — again. Haha! My wallet’s probably rolling its eyes at me right now, but you know what? Worth it. I’ve been eyeing these Christian books for a while because I want to collect all the ones I genuinely love. Plus, they’ve got really good reviews from Christian book bloggers, so I knew they’d be worth every peso.

The only thing that made me hesitate a bit was the shipping. Ugh, Amazon’s free shipping policy only kicks in if you spend $45 or more, which is kind of annoying. It feels like you’re forced to buy more just to save on shipping, and it makes me second-guess my cart every single time. But honestly, these books were calling my name, and I couldn’t resist. I just went for it — eyes closed, heart full, wallet empty. 😂 I’ll be sharing all the books I got for February and March in a separate blog post soon, so stay tuned for that if you’re curious!

Now on to something completely different — we recently went to Museo ng Muntinlupa to do an ocular visit for our concert venue. It’s actually our second time there, so we pretty much knew what to expect. Still, it was a nice refresher to walk through the place again and imagine how the event would unfold. The best part? We managed to avail of the free tour guide, and that made the experience ten times better.

I swear, the guide was so passionate and thorough with every little detail. It wasn’t just your usual “this is this, and that is that” kind of tour. She really made sure to tell the stories behind each exhibit, explaining the rich history and significance of the artifacts and displays. It’s crazy because my last tour was way back in 2019, and I totally forgot most of what I learned back then. Hearing the guide share the stories again made me realize just how much I’ve been missing out on knowing my own city.

A lot of people think of Muntinlupa and immediately joke about that whole “sa loob or sa labas” thing — you know, because of the bilibid prison. It gets pretty frustrating sometimes, to be honest, because the city is so much more than just that. It’s actually rich in culture and history, and there’s so much more to it than just being known for the prison.

One of the things I really love about Muntinlupa is how it played a significant role in the history of the Philippines. Not a lot of people know that, and it’s kind of sad that it doesn’t get the recognition it deserves. Visiting the museum again reminded me of how proud I am to be from here. It’s a city with a story to tell, and I’m just grateful to be part of it.

So, that’s how my February went — celebrating our anniversary, indulging in good food and coffee, splurging on books, and squeezing in a bit of museum hopping. It’s been a whirlwind of simple but sweet moments, and looking back, I can’t help but feel grateful for all the little adventures.

I know this update is long overdue, but life just got a bit too busy lately. I’m planning to post my March update this week too since March is practically over already — like, how did that happen so fast? I’ve got quite a lot to share about this month, and I definitely don’t want to miss posting about it before it ends next Monday.

Oh, and I almost forgot! We also went to the National Museum recently. I’ve been meaning to write about that too because it was such an experience. There’s just something about being surrounded by history and art that makes you feel like you’re stepping back in time. I loved soaking in every detail — from the intricate sculptures to the massive paintings that make you feel so small yet so inspired. I’ll make sure to write about it and share some photos too because it’s one of those places that you just have to see for yourself.

So, yeah — February was all about love, food, books, and exploring new places. March was just as hectic but in a good way. I’ll catch up with you soon on that update!

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Perseverance in Faith: A Reflection on Hebrews 12:2-3

Life isn’t always easy. We all face challenges—some small, some monumental—that can leave us feeling weary, discouraged, or even ready to give up. But Hebrews 12:2-3 offers us a profound reminder of where we should turn when we feel overwhelmed, tired, or defeated. These verses call us to fix our eyes on Jesus, the ultimate example of faith, endurance, and hope.

“Fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

“Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.”

In these verses, we are reminded to look to Jesus—who not only started our faith journey but also completed it—when we face difficulties. Jesus is described as the “pioneer” (the one who begins the journey of faith) and the “perfecter” (the one who completes and fulfills it). His life was a perfect example of how to endure in faith, even when the road is painful or challenging.

Jesus endured the cross, a symbol of shame and suffering, but He didn’t just endure it out of obligation or duty. Hebrews tells us that He endured the cross “for the joy set before him.” Jesus saw beyond the pain to the purpose. He knew that His sacrifice would bring salvation to the world, and that, after His suffering, He would return to the right hand of God. This joy was His motivation, and it helped Him persevere through the most difficult moment in history.

But it’s not just about Jesus’ physical suffering. Hebrews 12:3 reminds us that Jesus also faced opposition from sinners—He was misunderstood, betrayed, mocked, and rejected. Yet, He didn’t allow any of that to deter Him from His mission. Instead, He pressed on, undeterred by the challenges, and completed His work.

We’re called to follow His example. When we face trials—whether they are personal struggles, relational difficulties, or the everyday challenges of life—Hebrews 12 urges us to consider Jesus. Think about His strength, His resolve, His focus on the joy that awaited Him. When we shift our focus to Jesus, we can draw strength from His example and be reminded that our own struggles are not in vain. Just like Jesus, we too can press forward, knowing that God’s purpose for us is greater than any temporary hardship.

The key is in not losing heart. When we keep our eyes fixed on Jesus, we gain perspective. The pain we experience in this life isn’t the end of the story. Just as Jesus endured the cross to fulfill God’s perfect plan, we are invited to press on with the assurance that our trials are temporary and God’s promises are eternal.

So, what does this mean for us today? It means that no matter what we are facing, we don’t have to face it alone. Jesus, who endured the greatest pain for the greatest purpose, is right there with us, empowering us to keep going. He is our source of strength, and in Him, we find the perseverance to endure with hope.

Let this truth encourage you today: Fix your eyes on Jesus. When the road feels long, when you feel weary or discouraged, remember that He has gone before you, and He will help you finish strong. There is joy set before us, just as there was for Him—and that joy is worth every step of the journey.

So, keep going. Keep pressing on. With Jesus, you can endure and finish the race strong.

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When empty hands are enough

There is something incredibly humbling about coming to the Lord empty. I used to think I had to approach Him with something in my hands—good works, eloquent prayers, or at least a heart full of faith. But the more I grow in my walk with Christ, the more I realize that He does not ask for my strength; He asks for my surrender.

For the longest time, I resisted the idea of coming empty. I thought that if I just tried harder, prayed longer, or served more, I would somehow earn God’s favor. But all that striving left me exhausted. My prayers felt forced, my worship felt mechanical, and my heart was weary from trying to prove myself to a God who already knew my weaknesses. It wasn’t until I reached the end of myself—when I had nothing left to give—that I truly understood the beauty of coming empty before Him.

Jesus said in Matthew 11:28, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Notice that He doesn’t say, “Come to me when you have it all together” or “Come to me when you have something to offer.” No, He simply says, “Come.” Just as you are. With all your brokenness, all your doubts, and even your emptiness.

There was a season in my life when I felt completely depleted. My prayers seemed to bounce off the ceiling, and I felt as though I had nothing left to give. I remember kneeling before the Lord, feeling utterly useless. I had no fancy words, no spiritual accomplishments—just a deep ache in my soul. And yet, it was in that moment of emptiness that I felt the overwhelming presence of God. Not because I had earned it, but because He is faithful even when I am weak.

Coming empty means acknowledging that I am not enough on my own, but He is more than enough. It means surrendering my self-sufficiency and admitting that I need Him desperately. It’s letting go of my pride and allowing His grace to fill every broken place in my heart.

One of the most powerful examples of coming empty before the Lord is found in the story of the widow in 2 Kings 4. She had nothing left—her husband had died, and her debts were so great that her sons were about to be taken as slaves. She had no resources, no security, and no plan. But when she brought her emptiness to Elisha, he told her to gather empty jars and pour what little oil she had into them. As she obeyed, the oil miraculously kept flowing until every jar was full.

That’s exactly what God does in our lives. When we come to Him empty, He fills us. When we surrender our nothingness, He pours out His abundance. When we bring Him our weakness, He gives us His strength.

If you are feeling empty today, know that you are exactly where you need to be. God is not looking for your perfection; He is looking for your surrender. Lay down your striving, your fears, your doubts, and your burdens at His feet. Let Him be the one to fill you. Let His grace be the oil that overflows in your life.

There is no shame in coming empty. It is in our emptiness that we make room for Him to do what only He can do. So, I am learning, day by day, to come before Him with nothing but an open heart, trusting that He will fill me again and again. And every time I do, I find that His grace is always enough.

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Maybe it really is true that once you hit your 30s, your body starts to feel the effects of aging. Back when I was in my 20s, I was always on the go. I could travel for hours, work nonstop, and have fun all day without feeling tired. But now, it’s like my energy runs out so quickly. It’s a bit frustrating, but I guess it’s just part of getting older, huhu. Anyway, I didn’t go to school today because I’ve been having a stomach ache since last night. It’s been really uncomfortable, and I was supposed to do my last assessment with my 3- and 2-year-old students today, but I’m so thankful that my teacher aide and the volunteers were there to help me out. They really came through, and I’m so grateful for them. I can’t help but thank God for these amazing people who support me every day.

Today is also extra special because it’s our 4th wedding anniversary. I’ve been quietly praying that my stomach would feel better so I could at least clean the house as a simple gift for my husband, hahaha! It might sound small, but I know he’d appreciate it, especially since we’ve been so busy lately. By around 2:30 PM, I was feeling a bit better, so I decided to rest for a while. When I woke up, the pain was completely gone, and I felt so relieved. I also took some Gaviscon just to be on the safe side. My husband went to work today, but he left early since we planned to keep our anniversary celebration low-key and spend the evening at home. We decided not to go out like we usually do for special occasions. Sometimes, it’s nice to keep it simple and just enjoy each other’s company.

For dinner, we picked up food from my brother’s 99 Silog and got a cake to celebrate. And the sweetest thing happened: while we were at Red Ribbon buying the cake, we ran into Mam Analyn (our godmother), who was there picking up a cake for her daughter. She’s always so thoughtful, and she ended up buying us a cake too! So now we have two cakes to enjoy! I really can’t believe how blessed we are to have such generous and kind people in our lives. I had been craving chocolate cake all day, and I even said a little prayer to God, asking for just a small one. And wouldn’t you know it, He blessed us with two! I’m also really grateful to Esther for her kindness—Miii, you’re such a blessing.

Anyway, happy 4th anniversary to us! I always thank God for your life, my dear husband. Every day with you feels like a gift. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, but I wouldn’t want to go through life with anyone else. You’re my best friend, my partner, and the love of my life. I look forward to growing old together, hand in hand, and continuing to serve the Lord side by side. I love you so much, and I’m so grateful that God brought you into my life.

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In a world where negativity often overshadows hope, the phrase “Be a fountain, not a drain” serves as a powerful reminder of the kind of life we are called to live. A fountain continuously overflows, giving water to those who thirst, while a drain only takes in and empties out whatever comes its way. As Christians, we are meant to be givers of life, encouragement, and grace, rather than sources of exhaustion and negativity.

The Biblical Call to Overflow

Scripture repeatedly emphasizes the importance of being a source of life to others. In John 7:38, Jesus declares, “Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” This verse illustrates that when we are deeply connected to Christ, we do not merely survive—we overflow. Just as a fountain does not run dry because it is connected to a source, we remain full when we abide in God’s presence.

Proverbs 11:25 reinforces this truth: “A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed.” This principle challenges the worldly mindset that prioritizes self-preservation above all else. In reality, the more we pour into others—through kindness, love, and wisdom—the more we ourselves are renewed.

The Danger of Being a Drain

On the other hand, being a “drain” means constantly taking without replenishing, absorbing without giving. A drain is characterized by negativity, self-centeredness, and discouragement. People who function as drains often drain others as well, leaving behind exhaustion instead of renewal. Philippians 2:3-4 reminds us, “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility, value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.” A self-focused life not only harms those around us but also leads to spiritual emptiness.

Choosing to Be a Fountain

Becoming a fountain requires intentional effort. First, we must remain rooted in Christ, allowing Him to fill us daily through prayer, worship, and the study of His Word. Just as a fountain cannot function without a steady water source, we cannot pour into others if we are spiritually empty.

Second, we must practice generosity—not just in material things but in our words, time, and actions. A simple act of encouragement, a listening ear, or a small act of kindness can make a significant difference in someone’s life.

Lastly, we must guard our hearts against bitterness and resentment, which can turn even the most well-meaning individuals into drains. Ephesians 4:31-32 instructs us, “Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” Forgiveness and love are essential to maintaining a heart that overflows rather than depletes.

At the end of the day, we all have a choice—to be a fountain that gives life or a drain that takes it away. As followers of Christ, our calling is clear: to overflow with His love, wisdom, and kindness so that others may be refreshed. By staying connected to our ultimate Source, we can ensure that we remain fountains in a world that so desperately needs living water.

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Stepping Back in Time: My First Dive into Muntinlupa’s Heritage

I've been living in Muntinlupa since the day I was born, yet I never really took the time to learn about its rich history. It was always just home to me—a place I was familiar with but never deeply explored beyond the daily routines of life.

However, last Wednesday, I had the opportunity to visit the Museo ng Muntinlupa for an ocular inspection. Our church is planning to hold a concert in their theater area, and this visit was part of our preparations. Interestingly, this isn’t the first time we’ve used the venue. Back in 2019, we also held a concert there, and I remember taking a guided tour of the museum’s second floor, where various historical collections were displayed. Unfortunately, over time, I had forgotten many of the details from that visit.

This time, though, I paid closer attention—and I was completely blown away. As our tour guide began recounting the history of Muntinlupa, I found myself utterly amazed. Every story, every fact, and every piece of history she shared left me in awe. It was as if I was seeing my hometown in a completely different light. I had lived here all my life, yet I never truly understood the depth of its past. With each word the guide spoke, I felt my perspective shifting, and by the end of the tour, I realized just how much I had been missing.

Now, I want to take you along on this journey—to share with you the history of the city I call home, a place that is far more than just familiar streets and landmarks. Muntinlupa has a story worth telling, and I can’t wait to dive into it with you.

Whenever people hear about my city, their first reaction is often a question: “Inside or outside?” They’re referring, of course, to the New Bilibid Prison, which is located in Muntinlupa. For many, that’s the only thing they associate with our city. But Muntinlupa is so much more than just the site of the national penitentiary, and I’m excited to share its deeper history with you.

Upon entering the Museo ng Muntinlupa, I was immediately captivated, especially when we reached the second floor, where artifacts and replicas were displayed. The museum itself is divided into three sections—Lakas (Strength), Talino (Wisdom), and Buhay (Life)—each representing different aspects of Muntinlupa’s past and cultural identity.

Before stepping into the exhibit halls, the first thing that caught my eye was a reproduction of the Murillo Velarde Map from 1734. This historical map is not only a crucial guide to understanding the early geography of the Philippines, but it also serves as evidence that Scarborough Shoal rightfully belongs to the Philippines—a claim that China has been disputing. Seeing this centuries-old map was fascinating because its appearance was vastly different from the maps we’re used to today. It was a glimpse into how our ancestors saw and understood their land.

Next, I came across another important map—the Laguna de Bay map. This map reveals that Muntinlupa was once part of Rizal Province before it became an independent city. It also provided insight into the origins of Muntinlupeños—most of whom were Tagalos, or native Tagalog-speaking settlers from Southern Luzon. Historically, Muntinlupa has always been situated in the southernmost part of Metro Manila, bordering the provinces of Laguna and Cavite.

Given its close proximity to Laguna de Bay, it’s no surprise that fishing was the primary livelihood of Muntinlupa’s early settlers. One of the traditional fishing tools they used was the salakab, a dome-shaped fish trap made of woven bamboo designed to catch fish efficiently. Interestingly, the very structure of the Museo ng Muntinlupa was inspired by the shape of the salakab, making the museum itself a tribute to the city’s roots in fishing and aquatic life.

Walking through the museum, I felt a newfound appreciation for my city. There is so much history here—far beyond what most people assume. It’s not just a place tied to the New Bilibid Prison; it’s a place rich with stories of strength, intelligence, and resilience. And I can’t wait to share more of what I learned.

In 1680, Muntinlupa was established as a hacienda by the Augustinian friars, marking the beginning of its transformation into an organized settlement. The Augustinians divided the land into six distinct areas: Girense, Bule, Copang, Alabang, Malosac, Italon, and Muntinlupa. Interestingly, some of these areas—Bule, Cupang, and Alabang—still exist today as barangays of modern-day Muntinlupa.

Due to its fertile soil, Muntinlupa became an ideal location for agriculture. The land was highly suitable for farming, and early settlers cultivated a variety of crops, including palay (rice), mais (corn), algodon (cotton), niyog (coconut), and munggo (mung beans), among others. This agricultural abundance sustained the livelihoods of many locals and contributed to the economic growth of the area.

Beyond its agricultural significance, Muntinlupa also played a role in Philippine history. One of the notable encounters between Filipino revolutionaries and American forces took place here, marking one of the victories of the Filipino forces during the Philippine-American War. It was incredible to learn that the city I have lived in my entire life was once a battleground where Filipinos fought bravely for freedom.

Another fascinating historical artifact that our tour guide showed us was the first tax booklet from World War II. This old document contained the names of Muntinlupa’s early taxpayers during the wartime period. At that time, Muntinlupa was still under the jurisdiction of Provincia de Manila, reflecting its historical ties before becoming an independent city.

As I absorbed all this information, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride and amazement. I had never realized just how much history was woven into the very place I call home. Muntinlupa is more than just a bustling city—it holds stories of resilience, triumph, and deep-rooted heritage that deserve to be remembered and shared.

The next section of the museum was Talino (Wisdom), where our tour guide introduced us to one of Muntinlupa’s most significant institutions—the Research Institute for Tropical Medicine (RITM). I had heard of RITM before, especially during the pandemic, but I never fully understood its importance until that day.

RITM is a renowned research institution specializing in the study of tropical and infectious diseases. It plays a crucial role in disease prevention and control in the Philippines, conducting medical research and producing essential treatments. But what truly caught my attention was when the guide discussed one of its most fascinating contributions—the Purified Cobra Antivenin (PCAV).

This antivenin is the only known effective antidote for snakebites caused by the Philippine cobra, a highly venomous snake native to the country. Just one bite from this snake can be fatal, as its neurotoxic venom can paralyze the respiratory system in mere minutes. Incredibly, RITM has been the sole producer and distributor of this life-saving cobra antivenom in the Philippines since the 1960s.

Curious about why Muntinlupa, of all places, became home to such a laboratory, I asked the tour guide about it. She explained that Muntinlupa used to have a significant number of snakes, which made it an ideal location for venom research and antivenom production. This made perfect sense—after all, scientific research is often conducted where the problem is most prevalent.

But as we talked about antidotes, a thought came to my mind—a biblical parallel.

Did you know that the true antidote for a snakebite was once described in the Bible? In the Old Testament, when the Israelites were bitten by venomous snakes in the wilderness, God commanded Moses to lift up a bronze serpent on a pole. Anyone who looked at it in faith would be healed (Numbers 21:8-9). This was a foreshadowing of Jesus Christ, who would later say, "Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up, that everyone who believes may have eternal life in Him" (John 3:14-15).

Just as the antivenom neutralizes the deadly effects of a cobra’s bite, Jesus' blood is the antidote to the venom of sin. Sin, like snake venom, brings death—but the blood of Jesus, the Lamb of God, redeems and restores us. That’s why Christ is called the greatest Lamb—because through His sacrifice, we are saved from the eternal consequences of sin.

Muntinlupa was once a stock farm before the land was sold to Filinvest, where some of the city's most well-known commercial establishments now stand—including Festival Mall, Landers, and other major malls in the area. This stock farm, known as the Alabang Stock Farm, was officially established on December 30.

The Alabang Stock Farm played a significant role in livestock breeding and agriculture. It housed horses, cattle, goats, chickens, and pigs, which were carefully crossbred with animals from other regions. The goal was to produce stronger, disease-resistant livestock that could thrive in local conditions. This farm became a major source of high-quality breeds for Filipino farmers, contributing to agricultural advancements in the country.

While exploring this part of the museum, I was struck by one of Jose Rizal’s most famous quotes displayed on the wall:

"To foretell the destiny of a nation, it is necessary to open the book that tells of her past."

This quote resonated deeply with me. It reminded me of the importance of understanding history—not just for knowledge’s sake, but to shape the future. Muntinlupa’s past is often overshadowed by its association with the New Bilibid Prison (NBP), but this city holds so much more than that.

After exploring RITM and the Alabang Stock Farm, we had the opportunity to learn about the history of the New Bilibid Prison. A section of the museum displayed the old prison uniforms, which were black and white striped. This stood in contrast to the present-day uniforms worn by Persons Deprived of Liberty (PDLs), which are now in orange, blue, and brown.

Muntinlupa became home to the New Bilibid Prison because of the severe overcrowding of the Old Bilibid Prison in Manila during the American colonial period. Due to the increasing number of prisoners, authorities decided to transfer the facility to a more spacious area—thus, the New Bilibid Prison was established in Muntinlupa. Over time, this prison became one of the most well-known correctional facilities in the country.

One of the most haunting artifacts in this section of the museum was a replica of the electric chair, or as it was commonly called, "Silya Elektrika." This execution method was adopted from the Americans and was once used for capital punishment in the Philippines. The setup included a red telephone placed beside the chair, symbolizing a crucial last-minute decision. During that time, only the President had the authority to grant clemency or allow the execution to proceed.

Above the electric chair, there was a clock permanently set to 3:00 PM—a chilling detail that drew a parallel to the time of Jesus’ death on the cross. The symbolism was striking, serving as a somber reminder of justice, sacrifice, and the weight of final judgment.

The first recorded execution by electric chair in the Philippines was Baby Ama, a well-known figure in the country’s criminal history. Seeing this part of the museum was chilling, as it was a reminder of how justice was served in the past and how the system has evolved over time.

As I walked through these exhibits, I couldn’t help but reflect on Muntinlupa’s complex and fascinating history. From its beginnings as a hacienda and stock farm to its role in scientific research, agriculture, and correctional facilities, the city holds a deep and layered past. Learning about it firsthand made me appreciate Muntinlupa in a whole new light.

After the Japanese forces in the Philippines formally surrendered on September 3, 1945, Bilibid Prison in Muntinlupa became their detention facility. A total of 138 Japanese soldiers were sentenced to death for war crimes, and 17 of them were executed. Within the New Bilibid Prison (NBP) Reservation Compound, a garden cemetery was established as the final resting place for those who perished.

Despite the horrors and suffering caused by the Japanese occupation, the Japanese prisoners of war detained in Bilibid were treated with remarkable dignity and respect under the supervision of Prison Director Alfredo Bunye. This act of humanity stood in stark contrast to the brutality of war and reflected the Filipino people's capacity for compassion and forgiveness.

As time passed, the Japanese people sought mercy and forgiveness from the Philippine government, appealing for clemency on behalf of their countrymen. These appeals were eventually granted during the administration of President Elpidio Quirino. What made his decision even more profound was that Quirino himself had suffered immense personal loss—his wife and three children were killed by Japanese soldiers during the Battle of Manila.

Yet, in an extraordinary act of grace, President Quirino granted executive clemency to those convicted of war crimes, including 114 Japanese prisoners of war. His decision was a testament to the power of forgiveness, choosing reconciliation over retribution to heal the wounds of the past.

As a gesture of gratitude, Her Majesty Empress Michiko of Japan presented President Quirino with a special apparition symbolizing his wife and three children, honoring his incredible act of mercy and the unbreakable spirit of peace between the two nations.

The final part of our tour was “Buhay” (Life), where the tour guide introduced us to the various industries and factories that have shaped Muntinlupa over the years. One of the most vivid memories from my childhood was the Nescafé factory in Alabang. Every morning, the distinct aroma of freshly brewed coffee would fill the air, drifting through the streets and greeting the early risers. It was a familiar and comforting scent, a nostalgic reminder of simpler times. Sadly, the tour guide mentioned that most of the factories that once thrived in Muntinlupa have now closed, with only Amspec remaining. This company specializes in producing colors and crayons, continuing the city’s legacy of industrial contribution.

Our guide then walked us through the symbolism of Muntinlupa’s official seal, each element representing a key aspect of the city’s identity: The nine stars stand for the nine barangays of Muntinlupa. The city became an independent town in 1917 and officially gained city status in 1995. The words Lakas, Talino, at Buhay (Strength, Wisdom, and Life)—taken from the Muntinlupa March—represent the core values that guide the city towards progress. The bamboo (kawayan) symbolizes the resilience and adaptability of Muntinlupeños in the face of challenges. The Philippine eagle (agila) signifies the city’s ambition to soar high and establish itself as a premier city in the country. And of course, the Philippine flag proudly reflects our national identity and patriotism.

One of the most fascinating facts I learned was that the Muntinlupa city logo was designed by Manuel Amorsolo, the son of National Artist Fernando Amorsolo. This historical connection added even more depth to the city’s emblem.

As we moved on to the final part of the exhibit, we were introduced to the past mayors of Muntinlupa. Each leader played a role in shaping the city, but the one whose story struck me the most was Pedro E. Díaz.

During the Japanese occupation, Pedro E. Díaz was not just a mayor—he was also a guerilla fighter, actively resisting the Japanese forces. His bravery made him a significant figure in Muntinlupa’s history, but it also made him a target. He was abducted during his term, and his body was never recovered. To honor his courage and sacrifice, the Pedro E. Díaz High School in Alabang was named after him, ensuring that his legacy would never be forgotten.

At the end of the tour, I was left in awe of Muntinlupa’s rich history. I realized that my city is far more than just “taga-loob o taga-labas”—a common question people ask because of the presence of Bilibid Prison. Muntinlupa is a city of resilience, bravery, and progress.

Through this incredibly detailed and immersive tour, I developed a deeper love and appreciation for the place I call home. Muntinlupa is not just where I live—it’s a city with a past worth remembering and a future worth looking forward to.

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When God Has Moved On, Why Are You Still Stuck?

1 Samuel 16:1 says:

"The Lord said to Samuel, ‘How long will you mourn for Saul, since I have rejected him as king over Israel? Fill your horn with oil and be on your way; I am sending you to Jesse of Bethlehem. I have chosen one of his sons to be king.’"

This verse is a powerful reminder that while Samuel was still mourning over Saul’s failure, God had already moved forward with His plan. Samuel’s sorrow was understandable—he had anointed Saul as king, invested in him, and had high hopes for his reign. But despite all of that, Saul had failed to obey God, and his time as king had come to an end. Even though Samuel was heartbroken, God was asking him a very important question: "How long will you mourn?"

Perhaps you find yourself in a similar place—not because of someone else’s failure, but because of your own. Maybe you’ve been carrying guilt over a past sin, something you’ve already brought before God, something He has already forgiven. But even though He has wiped the slate clean, you still feel the weight of your mistake. You replay it in your mind, wondering if you could have done things differently. You feel unworthy, ashamed, or even hesitant to move forward because you think you don’t deserve a fresh start.

But here’s the truth: if God has forgiven you, then He has already moved forward. He is not standing in your past, holding your mistakes against you. He is not reminding you of your failures. In fact, He is calling you forward, just as He called Samuel. God didn’t ask Samuel to mourn forever—He told him to fill his horn with oil and go. That was a call to action, a sign that God still had a purpose, that there was more ahead.

God is saying the same thing to you. Yes, it’s important to grieve over sin, to acknowledge where we have fallen short, but we are never meant to stay there. Holding onto guilt when God has already forgiven you is like mourning for Saul when David is already chosen—it keeps you stuck when God is calling you into something greater.

So ask yourself: How long will I keep mourning over something God has already forgiven? If He has declared you free, why stay chained to your past? The enemy wants you to live in shame, but God wants you to live in grace. He is calling you to stand up, to let go of the guilt, and to step forward in the new life He has prepared for you.

It’s time to trust His mercy. It’s time to walk in His grace. It’s time to fill your horn with oil and go.

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Life Lately | January Bliss

Hello! How has life been for you after the holiday celebrations? For me, it’s back to work and back to the hustle and bustle of everyday life. There are moments when I find myself longing for the peaceful, slow-paced lifestyle of the province—especially after getting used to it. But of course, we all have responsibilities, and we know that opportunities for stable income can be more limited in rural areas.

Still, despite the challenges, there’s always so much to be grateful for. God continues to provide for our daily needs, and His blessings come in ways we sometimes don’t expect. So even as we dive back into our busy routines, let’s take a moment to appreciate the grace and provision that carry us through each day.

God has truly been good to me and my husband. Despite our busy schedules, we always manage to find time to serve Him. Our work never becomes a hindrance to doing God’s work, and for that, I am deeply grateful.

Now, it’s back to reality after a refreshing two-week vacation in Bacolod. This month, my school celebrated Bible Month, and as part of the activities, I encouraged parents to create DIY Bible character costumes for their children. Of course, I also gave them the option to have their kids wear their PE uniforms if making a costume wasn’t possible. Some parents went all out, and it was wonderful to see students dressed as Angels, Pontius Pilate, Moses, Queen Esther, and Eve!

We also had a fun coloring activity centered on the story of David and Goliath. I took the opportunity to remind my students about David’s unwavering faith—that he faced the giant without fear, fully trusting in God’s power. It was a simple yet meaningful way to teach them that no challenge is too big when we rely on Him.

This month has been filled with so many blessings, and one of the things I’m most grateful for is having more time to bond with my mom. She came over to visit, and we spent a lovely day together at Festival Mall. We started with coffee—one of our favorite things to do—and then wandered around, window shopping and just enjoying each other’s company. We ended up at Nitori, which is like a Japanese version of IKEA. It has a lot of nice home items, but I found most of them a bit pricey, so I only bought the essentials—some ziplocks and kitchen towels. My mom, on the other hand, was drawn to the stuffed toys and ended up buying some! Haha, classic mom moment.

Aside from that, I also helped Teacher Pia with her accreditation reports. I still have a few documents left to print since she needs them soon. I actually don’t mind doing tasks like this—I love being productive and feeling like I’m contributing in some way. There’s something about being busy that gives me energy, and I’m just grateful that God continues to give me the strength to handle everything.

Another highlight of this month was our dental activity at school for my students. This was actually our second session, and the dentist applied fluoride to their teeth again. Some of the kids got really scared and even started crying because they thought their teeth were going to be pulled out! Haha. It made me wonder—why are kids always so terrified of the dentist? It’s such a common fear, but it was also a little funny seeing their reactions. At least now they’re learning about the importance of taking care of their teeth!

I also had a great time catching up with my college friends! They came over to our condo to celebrate Kim’s post-birthday, but to be honest, it was more of an excuse for a mini photoshoot. Haha! Kim wanted new pictures to upload, so we spent time taking lots of shots around the place. But of course, the best part for me was the food! I finally got to try Beyond the Crust pizza, which Kim highly recommended. It’s a mix between a pizza and a burger, and let me tell you—it did not disappoint! The servings were huge, totally worth it.

Another thing that made me really happy was visiting my brother’s new business, 99 Silog, which is located beside City Hall. Seeing him start his own venture made me so proud! This is truly God’s blessing at work. I know how much effort he has put into making this happen, and I’m just excited to see where it goes. Lord, thank You for Your continuous provision and for blessing my brother with this opportunity!

And then, last Sunday, I tried a new restaurant called K-Street, which was recommended by my church friend, Jezelis. We ordered their Samgyeopsal To-Go Overload, and wow—I wasn’t expecting such a generous serving! It was packed with meat and so flavorful. This coming Sunday, I’m definitely convincing my husband again to eat there with me.

Looking back, this month has been filled with so much love and joy. I feel incredibly blessed to be surrounded by people who support and uplift me. Sometimes, we don’t even realize how much of an impact certain people have on us, but I truly believe that God places them in our lives for a reason.

I’ve also had quite a few realizations lately—things I want to reflect on and share, but I think I’ll save that for another blog post. So stay tuned for that! For now, this is all. God bless everyone!