I Should Go Back There

If you would browse my stack of old, worn-out, messed-up-to-the-last-page journals, you'll see how plenty of check boxes I've drawn in there with the words "write and publish a book" beside them. Month after month, year after year, I would write on the last page of my diary and get a new one. But those... Continue Reading →

Rainy Day

I can feel You this midday, while the rain hits the roof. The air is thin and cool, yet sometimes it gets breezy that it topples some stuff beside the window. I switch on solely the bulb near the stairwell, and let the rest hide in the gloom. I stay in my room to savor... Continue Reading →

Lord, Help Me to Not Forget You

Lord, help me to not forget You. I want to remember You in everything that I do, like I used to. Somehow, I feel that I've lost focus on You and made myself busy searching for my place, figuring things out, and just...living. I have ran, walked, and looked around and got a headache doing... Continue Reading →

Hole in the Ceiling

What if heaven is just a hole-in-the-ceiling away? When I was little, I had a strange dream. In that dream, I woke up and it was midnight. I stepped down the bed, but I don't remember wearing my slippers. So I opened our bedroom's door, and found all lights off as they should be. The... Continue Reading →

Do you trust Me?

"Do you trust Me?" He asked. Silence. I rephrased the question in my mind, directing it to myself. Do I trust Him? "How do I know if I trust You, Lord?" I asked. There was a short pause. Whether it was for impact or Him thinking quick of an answer, I couldn't tell. "When you're worried... Continue Reading →

Do You Know Your One True Calling?

"You're in another stretch of discernment," the monk was saying, "There's a bigger world outside the convent. Explore your gifts, then see and follow where God is calling you." I was in a silent retreat, and the monk who facilitated it had a one-to-one talk with each of us. Like what most people know, I... Continue Reading →

Batman in a Box

"Mommy, can I play with Batman?" the young boy asked. His neck felt stiff from looking at the Batman in a box - he had his black mask on and his cape was frozen in a flutter behind him. His fists rested on his waist, feet apart. He stood proudly on the shelf. "Remember what... Continue Reading →

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