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Reminder to Self: There’s still goodness in the world. :)

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Day 3: Confident in God Bible Reading Challenge

 

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Observations in a Restaurant

His color is darker than mine and her color is a shade brighter than mine, yet in the first meeting at a restaurant where we sit in a round table, we don’t ask each other where we come from. He introduces himself, asks my name. After answering, he inquires if I watch the latest basketball match. I smile and drawl, ‘of course’. We surely exchange conversations, I can’t remember it though. The lady inquires how’s my mindfulness meditation going. I reply, “It’s awesome”. As she shares her meditation experience, I slowly begin to focus my attention elsewhere. A burly man sitting at the opposite table stands up and turns the TV on. Successful environmental projects and social enterprises flood the news. They seem to be conventional to all. I can’t help but notice each table and each interaction. Everyone seems calm, focused, gazing each other’s eyes. Two young white women at the table on my right are joined by a laughing black guy with a confident mien. Three of them seem to be conversing about the social projects they are doing. Hearing her loud squeal, I turn my gaze towards a girl with a black lanky hair on my left, she seems too excited about starting something for her neighborhood; I reckon a sports match? I tilt my head to the left as I fix my gaze on the service crew who are all smiling. While I am the only one guilty of inattention, there’s a sense of calm, focus, and deep joy emanating from each person.Where am I?

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Daily Message from God # 2

Dear Jesus,

Today, I read a blog on 26 good habits to start practicing through Bloglovin’, and realized I am already practicing most of them. What I could probably add to my list is choosing one topic to learn for a day, allotting an hour me-time (I will try 4 a.m. to fit with my daily worship schedule), focusing only on one to three tasks every day for maximum performance.

My first book for the day was the 80/20 Principle that postulates only 20% of the input produces 80% of the output. How does that extend to my life? First, I only need to find the 20% that can produce the 80% success for me. Bottomline: Say no to most tasks. Second, my business should be more focused. Third, in line with business, finding out the 20% that contributes to the 80% profit of the company is one sure step to doubling the earnings. Woah. What else have I learned today? I need to add a section for God’s Response to my journal to see if I’m hearing You in all these. Please let the Holy Spirit guide me through it.

The other night, I asked you what your message was and you simply whispered, “They will turn themselves in.” I was afraid by that prophecy, but true enough the suspect turned herself up. Mama suggested that I write down all the prophecies. When you told me that my sister  would bear a baby girl, no one really thought it was possible because of her illness, but it came to pass and You prove them again that with You, all things are possible. When you told me how the enemy would get caught, “Her words will pierce her own heart”, it did happen because you used her own statements against her that resolved all doubts and conflict when I was still in the university. Now you’re telling me, all this is in preparation for the big task you assigned me to do, I’m sure it’s gonna be a surprise again. Before I was always in trepidation whenever I hear of missions and great prosperity for fear of responsibility. Now, I am filled with excitement and joy for who am I to question Your wisdom, fountain of Wisdom? I can only submit and trust in your plan and the transformation it carries. Humble me, Jesus each day. After all, everything is vanity if it’s done for selfish gains.

The chapters I read today from Isaiah 10-16 reminded me to be humble and to trust only on You. Having an acute mental disease of studying the occult, I’m certain it’s your way of cleansing and bringing me back. Teach me to erase the knowledge. Fill me with only Your word and wisdom. Jesus, teach me to be humble; it’s my greatest dream .

Thank you for everything, Kuya. I love you so much!

Always,

Your Kimkim

 

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Reflections in a Dilapidated Boarding House

While many wouldn’t want to be where I am in, I admit the spot on the second floor of a dilapidated house with windows reflecting the narrow Burgos Street in Brgy. Obrero attracts my co-settlers. In front of me, across the street, is an old Spanish-styled house with weeds of all sorts sprouting all around. It has five ancient windows filled with dusts and mites, bringing someone to the 1800s, except that it has one air conditioning unit clad with cobwebs; as if my own seating isn’t a time machine in itself. I cannot exactly see the happenings on the street, I can only hear and assume. Dogs are barking, radio turned on in the landlady’s room, broadcasting updates of the new president’s State of the Nation Address. At several intervals during the day, Obrero jeepneys rush, crowding the air with the piercing noises of howling drivers and loud engines; yet so often the street stays silent with only the birds serenading and cocks expressing their might even at midday.

Enjoy the silence now, I murmur to myself as I continue to type and type. I wonder what life is going to be two to three weeks from now. Wait. Am I moving ahead again? What’s the point of checking up the future, imagining what it holds? For the past three days, I devoured all pages detailing the predictions for an Aries/Taurus Rising. What I am, I am not yet sure. Then I start asking again, does it even matter? Two months ago, I sat in a different modern blue-tinted room with paintings spread on the walls, and a brownish carpet smoothing the soles of my feet, closed in from the world with no one to gaze at but the huge finger painting of the Alcatraz, with only the fluorescent lighting the room, day in day out. The same emotions linger in me in two different scenes. Blessed with amenities and a monthly stipend back in the modern room, I still ruminated and twisted and turned the future cinematography of my life: frequently gory, seldom glory. “In the Philippines, things will get better”, I assured myself.

Now situated in an old room with sun lighting the whole expansive space for most of the day and the bare wood easing the heat steaming out of my feet, I continue to ponder what the future holds. When’s start to fill the list… when I get the CHED position, I would be better; when I build my business, I would feel great and unstoppable; when I put a PhD at the end of my name, only then I would experience profound pride beyond my placid life; when… when… But what if the when doesn’t happen? Then the would’s would never be? What if the when’s do happen yet another list of when’s opens up with more demands, more great expectations? Would the would’s be more than what’s enough? I cannot stop the thoughts bursting in all the crevices of my searching mind. Guilt creeps back and the realization swiftly slaps my rather unconscious soul.

I stand up, start pointing my index finger to an unseen spectator, as if berating someone who has soared high only to return to the landing ground. Then I realize, I might be pushing events to happen in my life too much instead of allowing situations to pull themselves up. Stop. Stop. I grab the seat, comforting myself and start typing: Then it dawns on me. The place doesn’t matter, even the situation. It’s how I perceive every situation, every pursuit. Even the desire to be in the future place is strong, I understand I am where I need to be, the neurotic overthinking included, and I am what I need to be. No more scolding for overthinking. No more stopping from ruminating. Just letting things be as much as just letting this writing flows as it flows, for the joy of lines combination and not for anything else, not restrained and too scripted or over-the-top verbose and flashy; just letting it and life be.

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