I have 10 minutes to give the world my current status... Yeah I'm still married, I didn't get divorced or anything. What I meant was the state of my heart, mind, soul, and spirit.
My hubby and I went to an Ancient Paths 1 Seminar last weekend. The seminar didn't offer quick fixes to our marital problems. But it did show us the root of where all the hurt was coming from and why we were not "enjoying" the "breakthroughs" we always professed that we had. It also didn't change our current situation, but it did change how we perceived the situation, as if the rose colored glasses were removed and we had lasik eye surgery.
We can see clearly now. Not with our own eyes, our own understanding of how things happen, but with God's eyes. I just hope that this isn't one of those instances when we have a natural high after a spiritual encounter. I am optimistic that by God's grace we will now walk victorious.
We will be attending the AP2 on March 12 and 13, a surefire treat from the Lord after a week of so many things to do for the Voyager week. Hopefully, if I have more time tonight I'll be able to share more of our amazing weekend.
Our gratitude to all who sponsored our "honeymoon" indeed you have sowed so much in our lives and may the Lord prosper you.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Putting My Mind at Ease
I said I was faithfully going to blog everyday as a hobby, outlet for thoughts and other pent up feelings. But I went back on my own word when a recent trip to Luzon made it, not exactly impossible for me to blog, but somewhat difficult. The activities were scheduled to close to each other that there was no pocket of time to go to an internet shop. I wasn't even able to write on my journal.
That week revealed a part of me that I thought had long been put to rest. I used to tell my students that pressure and stress brings out the best and worst in people. And I was no exception. Lack of sleep and the demands of the students during the tour made me morph into the person I used to be. I realized that all these years, since I left Manila and gone to Mindanao, that persona had been pushed to the back of my closet. Because of the laid back and conservative culture in the south, it was an outspoken rule that who I really was isn't acceptable in the community. In short I had been repressing the real me.
Change happen differently for people. For some its instantaneous, for me its a longer process. 3 years of repression didn't help. Friends, though well meaning, "forced" me to just ignore and not deal with my struggles. It was like "if you don't talk about it, it doesn't exist." Look at the repercussions now. They keep coming back.
(This brings to mind the religious group that took so much from me (financially/materially) but only made me doubt my spiritual identity. Thank God, we left before greater damage was inflicted. That association did create a big damage with my personal relationships. )
No use dwelling in unpleasant thoughts. I can't change the past and mulling over it won't make a difference. One counselor I had spoken to the past week told me to learn from the past, live in the present, and hope for the future.
That week revealed a part of me that I thought had long been put to rest. I used to tell my students that pressure and stress brings out the best and worst in people. And I was no exception. Lack of sleep and the demands of the students during the tour made me morph into the person I used to be. I realized that all these years, since I left Manila and gone to Mindanao, that persona had been pushed to the back of my closet. Because of the laid back and conservative culture in the south, it was an outspoken rule that who I really was isn't acceptable in the community. In short I had been repressing the real me.
Change happen differently for people. For some its instantaneous, for me its a longer process. 3 years of repression didn't help. Friends, though well meaning, "forced" me to just ignore and not deal with my struggles. It was like "if you don't talk about it, it doesn't exist." Look at the repercussions now. They keep coming back.
(This brings to mind the religious group that took so much from me (financially/materially) but only made me doubt my spiritual identity. Thank God, we left before greater damage was inflicted. That association did create a big damage with my personal relationships. )
No use dwelling in unpleasant thoughts. I can't change the past and mulling over it won't make a difference. One counselor I had spoken to the past week told me to learn from the past, live in the present, and hope for the future.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Rapha's Birthday
We celebrated Rapha's 1st Birthday at the La Azotea, Central Philippine University, in Iloilo City yesterday, Jan 28. Through the efforts of my sister we had a wonderful party. There were only 5 children among the guests. most of them were Geline's friends who really loved Rapha and my students in my Tourism Class and the Faculty of the College of Hospitality Management.
They did a great job in cooking our simple menu of Spaghetti, Valenciana (Filipino Paella), Leche Flan, Bread Sticks, Cake and orange juice.
We celebrated his birthday early because I am going to leave for a tour today (January 29.)
They did a great job in cooking our simple menu of Spaghetti, Valenciana (Filipino Paella), Leche Flan, Bread Sticks, Cake and orange juice.
We celebrated his birthday early because I am going to leave for a tour today (January 29.)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Sunday Leisure
Rapha, my youngest son, who is about to turn a year old next Sunday, January 31, contracted a mild cold that made me decide not to attend the 2nd service with the rest of the family. I opted to stay at home and take care of him. He's only experienced havin a common cold twice in his lifetime and not one had bothered him that much. He just gets restless when his head isn't elevated when lying down. It was pretty tough last night when he keeps waking up every hour.
We spent most of the morning watching the Dinagyang Festival, the cultural festival for Iloilo City. It wasn't as grand as the others in the previous years. Perhaps we have finally felt the brunt of the recession. Instead of a strong tribe dancing to the beat of the drums, there was an apparent decrease in the number of dancers which made me think that they participated just for the sake of. As a matter of fact Kasadyahan (the merrymaking dance drama competition on the eve of Dinagyang) had its "last dance" yesterday and never again will it be included in future Dinagyang Festivals. The economy is that bad, I guess.
Matt, my eldest son, and I finally put the Volcano together. I gave him this Volcano Making Kit last Christmas and we never had the time to make it. It took 24 hours to let the plaster dry and we painted it with the paints that went with the kit. Once the pictures have been developed, I'll try to post some online. We made the volcano "erupt" using baking soda and vinegar. It was a good bonding moment. The science stuff can be interesting.
I still haven't thought of any topic in particular to write for the whole year. I've been mulling over it since last night. I have no hobby now and the only thing I find interesting in my life is how my career has been unfolding and how i try to juggle family life with work. Pretty tough, but I'm surviving pretty well. I should think some more and maybe i'll do it while I have my nails done.
;p
We spent most of the morning watching the Dinagyang Festival, the cultural festival for Iloilo City. It wasn't as grand as the others in the previous years. Perhaps we have finally felt the brunt of the recession. Instead of a strong tribe dancing to the beat of the drums, there was an apparent decrease in the number of dancers which made me think that they participated just for the sake of. As a matter of fact Kasadyahan (the merrymaking dance drama competition on the eve of Dinagyang) had its "last dance" yesterday and never again will it be included in future Dinagyang Festivals. The economy is that bad, I guess.
Matt, my eldest son, and I finally put the Volcano together. I gave him this Volcano Making Kit last Christmas and we never had the time to make it. It took 24 hours to let the plaster dry and we painted it with the paints that went with the kit. Once the pictures have been developed, I'll try to post some online. We made the volcano "erupt" using baking soda and vinegar. It was a good bonding moment. The science stuff can be interesting.
I still haven't thought of any topic in particular to write for the whole year. I've been mulling over it since last night. I have no hobby now and the only thing I find interesting in my life is how my career has been unfolding and how i try to juggle family life with work. Pretty tough, but I'm surviving pretty well. I should think some more and maybe i'll do it while I have my nails done.
;p
Inspiration. Thanks Julie Powell
Julie and Julia a movie worth watching. In so many ways it inspired me to continue on doing the things that I had begun and never finished.
One of them would be blogging. Like the others I have started in different blogsites, I wonder if this one would survive... Its 2010. Maybe Julie Powell would be more than enough inspiration for me to carry on with the chronicle of my life.
I'm always on a journey to self discovery. With so many experiences in life, I often wonder if I have really found myself, or have fully understood my identity. Too late in life to have an identity, don't you think? But really, I think I'm going through one.
Well, for those who have the patience to follow through with this project... I wish I could be like Julie Powell. Have the courage and tenacity to finish what I had begun.
As I had been putting as a disclaimer in my other writings, I'm no professional writer, I am an amateur. I attempted to write but had failed. Perhaps I had attempted so many things.
With so many of those attempts I only wish this one would see itself accomplished... up to what point I don't know.
Feel free to join me in this journey.
One of them would be blogging. Like the others I have started in different blogsites, I wonder if this one would survive... Its 2010. Maybe Julie Powell would be more than enough inspiration for me to carry on with the chronicle of my life.
I'm always on a journey to self discovery. With so many experiences in life, I often wonder if I have really found myself, or have fully understood my identity. Too late in life to have an identity, don't you think? But really, I think I'm going through one.
Well, for those who have the patience to follow through with this project... I wish I could be like Julie Powell. Have the courage and tenacity to finish what I had begun.
As I had been putting as a disclaimer in my other writings, I'm no professional writer, I am an amateur. I attempted to write but had failed. Perhaps I had attempted so many things.
With so many of those attempts I only wish this one would see itself accomplished... up to what point I don't know.
Feel free to join me in this journey.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Reading Material
Finally! I was able to get hold of Steven Schultz "The Restoration of the Modern Day Prophet" and Bill Hamon's Prophets and Personal Prophecies...
Huwow!
Videography
It has to be second nature to me...
It is something that I love... so I must go and do it...
This is what I am meant to be... a filmmaker... a visionary...
This is who I am...
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