“There was a disciple in Joppa named Tabitha, which means Dorcas or Gazelle. She was always doing good works and always helping the poor.”
If there is one person in this world who knows the true meaning of discipleship, goodness, and charity like Tabitha, it is our mothers. They trust, accept, and follow the will of the Lord with blind faith and always work at raising their children, their family, in the same goodness of the Lord. They are the true masters too when it comes to the art of loving, giving, and sharing. The fact that they continue to be our source of joy, strength, security, and love despite practically carrying the whole weight of the world on their shoulders says much about how truly inspiring and remarkable they really are. We should ALWAYS pray for them, not just this Mother’s day, so that they will always find the strength and the desire to continue the wonderful work that they alone can do everyday.:)
“Saul, my brother, the Lord Jesus, who appeared to you on your way here, has sent me to you, so that you may receive your sight, and be filled with the Holy Spirit.”
The hardest thing about being a single mom is deciding on your own what is best for your child. I remember just before Bianca’s surgery, a couple of well meaning friends urged me to seek second, third, and even fourth opinion first before rushing into things. Their actions, sad to say, made me doubt my own decision. The day before Bianca’s hospital admission though, a colleague called me anxiously to her office to ask how things were. She has always been close to Nan and I and so I couldn’t help but asked her, “Am I doing the right thing?” And as if on cue, she launched into a long speech on how I shouldn’t doubt myself even for a second because first it was a long prayed for decision and second, the fact that everything fell swiftly into place means everything were going according to God’s plan. That day I didn’t hear her talking, I heard God. You see, the Lord has appointed people who will make us see the wisdom in His decision in the event that we become lost and confuse. They will come to us in the form of friends or even strangers. You will know if you’ve been blessed with one if after talking to this person, you suddenly feel good about your decision and your decision finally sits well in your heart. And who knows, we might be God’s chosen one for some too at some point so when we get the chance, we should always generously share the faith to anyone willing to listen.
I am happy to share that my daughter and I are in this month’s issue of Working Mom magazine. In this article, I shared a letter I wrote for my daughter, Bianca, when she celebrated her 13th birthday last month.
To know more about our story, please grab a copy. It is available in National Bookstore, Book Sale, Watsons, and Ministop stores.
Gospel reflection: “I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me shall never be hungry, and whoever believes in me shall never be thirsty.”—The other day while I was going through my newsfeed in instagram, I came across this picture of a bible with these words stamped all over it: DAILY BREAD, DON’T LET YOURSELF STARVE. It made me smile because one it was outright witty and funny, and two, there’s so much truth in it. I discovered that when no amount of explanation can satisfy my cravings for answers on things I can’t seem to understand in my life, turning to the daily scripture or doing some kind of spiritual reading helps. Though it may not clearly state the answers to all my problems, it does make me gain a deeper understanding of how the Lord works to deliver His promises. And this practice, as always, leaves me with little room for yearning but more room for witnessing how the Lord moves to fill my cup to overflowing.
Gospel Reflection: “What shall we do? What are the works that God wants us to do?”—I’d like to believe that God is not a complicated God. He is not one to demand outrageous things from us. All he wants is for us to simply do GOOD. Nothing else. In fact, in His effort to help us do good, He gave us clear sets of guidelines in which we can measure up our actions. He gave us the ten commandments and shared to us the golden rule. If we stick to what’s written in His book or rather His tablet (hehe), we will never go wrong. 🙂
“Brothers and sisters, you call upon a Father who makes no distinction between persons, but judges, according to each deeds; take seriously, then, these years which you spend in a strange land.”
I remember years ago, I had this Grade 1 mentee who came up to me and whispered conspiratorially, “Mrs. Dela Cruz, did you know that doing good deeds is the easiest way to get to heaven?” I couldn’t help but play along and so I whispered back, “Really, so what good deeds have you done so far?” To my surprise, she straightened up, looked at me squarely in the eye and announced triumphantly, “I’ve decided that I’m going to heaven the hard way!” And with that she left me in a huff laughing helplessly after her. My friend and I have a challenge between ourselves, that is to do at least one unique, definitely not the usual, really-go-out-of-your-way kind of good deed everyday. Honestly it was quite hard to do at first especially when your instinct tells you to do otherwise but surprisingly, I realized it is possible. It is just a matter of training the heart, hands, and mind.
It has been months since I last wrote a decent blogpost here. There’s just been so many things I want to write about, so many things that I want to share but the thing is, I simply can’t find the time to really sit down and write them all down. Save for the gospel reflections which I just copy paste after sharing them in my private facebook account everyday and the occassional (read: rare) brand reviews that I do, you won’t find pieces of my heart and slices of my thoughts here unlike before. I guess in my business to become the superwoman that I suddenly have to be after the death of my Nan, I have simply forgotten how it is to really write, in a heartbeat. Here.
It is like this little space has suddenly become a stranger to me somehow, like what I usually feel about my life before when I think about it now. I guess that’s what death, cancer scare, new beginning, and bouncing back do to a person. But then it is inevitable also that at some point I have to do some reconciling, bridging, and reconnecting. This is it. I hope you are still with me on this.
Philip answered him, “Two hundred days wages worth of food would not be enough for each of them to have a little.”
I can just imagine the worry in Philip’s voice when he was telling Jesus his estimation of their food on hand as against the crowd. I can almost guess whats on his mind, he probably was thinking, uh-oh we’re in for a big trouble there’s no way we can feed a hundred with just five barley loaves and two fishes. I used to drive myself crazy too whenever I try to estimate the possible damage to my pocket as against my actual resources whenever unexpected expenses come along. I sometimes tend to forget that the Lord accurately provides and in most cases, forgets His Math too for he would often give more than what I actually need. He’s clearly not a Math Whiz, only a super generous God.
“Where did he get this wisdom and his special powers? Isn’t he the carpenter’s son? Isn’t Mary his mother…”
I am the sum total of both my parents. I’d like to think though that I am more of a successful fusion of two complete paradox rather than a genetic experiment gone wild (just kidding). Tender and tough, gentle and rough. That’s how my parents were. Those are what best describe me as well. What we are and how we deal with life right now have so much to do with how our parents raised and taught us, and how they lead by example. This is what makes this whole parenting thing truly wonderful. Being a parent is a gift from God. A gift that should not be wasted. A gift that should be used to serve His purpose. As parents, our challenge now is to be that amazing gift to our child every single day.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son…”
I remember when Bianca was about three years old, I used to read to her the book, Guess How Much I Love You. It was one of our favorite bedtime stories. And everytime I would get to the part where I would read and say, I love you right up to the moon and back, it never fails, she would squeal in delight. If children and most especially we adults can easily relate to this measure of love, then we won’t find it hard also to understand the magnitude of God’s perfect love when He gave up His only son for us. This got me thinking, as the receiver of such love, how far can I really stretch myself, how far am I really willing to go, and what can I really give up for the Lord to return back this big favor? And then I see a list of endless possibilities and so I leave this note and challenge to myself: Give it up. Offer it up. For the Lord.