“Oh yes, people of Zion, citizens of Jerusalem, your time of tears is over. Cry for help and you’ll find it’s grace and more grace. The moment he hears, he’ll answer. Just as the Master kept you alive during the hard times, he’ll keep your teacher alive and present among you. Your teacher will be right there, local and on the job, urging you on whenever you wander left or right: ‘This is the right road. Walk down this road.’ You’ll scrap your expensive and fashionable god-images. You’ll throw them in the trash as so much garbage, saying, ‘Good riddance!’” (Isaiah 30: 19-22, The Message)

well whaddaya know, i’ve been found all over again.

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it’s amazing how the Counselor, the Holy Spirit, not only enables, but transforms. imagine that. peter parker wasn’t just a geeky photographer dealing with a lot of issues–he’d become Spiderman, saving the world using sticky web power. the powerpuff girls weren’t just made up of the usual stuff girls were made of. add a wallop of Chemical X to the equation, and they end up saving the world before bedtime.

you and i are ordinary people, but as we’re filled with the Spirit–as we allow ourselves to be filled with the Spirit–we become transformed. we are  other than ourselves. we don’t become otherwordly creatures who can control the weather, multiply lunch, or walk on water, mind you–as we are filled and enabled and transformed, we do things that are beyond our natural selves. like forgive the unforgiveable, love the unloveable, and yes, concentrate on work.

we have a guide, a teacher, a mentor, a helper who’ll whisper to us where to go. and we won’t get lost or stumble or be tripped. cos he always knows better than we can ever, ever know.

i have hardly written because i already write for a living. LOL. that’s really not an excuse, though.

i just came from the beach yesterday. i mean, we. i was with my sister T and her two sons. we spent the Holy Week holiday in Zambales with our cousins. my original goal was to acquire a painful sunburn; i ended up with redness of skin and a fondness with Mafia Wars. see, my cousin R is part-owner of an internet cafe, and there we were, Mafia Wars-ing till kingdom come.

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i plan to run tomorrow. probably in the evening. i’m looking for a release. things are bugging me right now. or maybe, as a friend always tells me, i’m “thinking over thinking.”

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the zambales was, in a way, a walk down memory lane. i was reacquianted with my family, my past, my roots.

oh, i better shut up now, before it goes too deep. lol

Lord, You know my heart
And all my desires
And the secret things I’ll never tell
Lord, You know them well
Though I may be young
I see and understand
That at times like sheep we go astray
And things get out of hand

So I promise to be true to You
To live my life in purity
As unto You
Waiting for the day
When I hear You say
Here is the one I have created
Just for you

Until then, O Lord
I will be content
Knowing that true love
Will come someday
It will Only come from You
‘Cause I have seen the suffering
That loneliness can cause
When we choose to give our love away
Without a righteous cause

So I promise to be true to You
To live my life in purity
As unto You
Waiting for the day
When I hear You say
Here is the one I have created
Just for you

I Promise – Jaci Velasquez