Hey! Wazzup.

What did I do? Where did I go?

The thing is, I’ve been busy. Busy as a bee? Like? Busy being a mother to my wonderful and handsome son, NikoBelo.

But, hey! You will never get busy when you are a mother, because, you love what you do. And, you are happy with what you are doing. So, what really, did I do in the past few days and weeks of not blogging? Can I just say, I hibernated? Because, the temperature drops to less than 15 degrees centigrade and I fell into deep slumber.

While hibernating, my mind wanders away from my body and do these things.

  1. I have this journal/notebook/travel journal/notepad itinerary that my brother gave me few years ago where I write and keep important dates, thoughts and dreams.  I still use itthoughts
  2. I bought this yellow notebook from Lazada and i will use it to continue my thoughts and my everyday Bible journal.

yellow note

This is how I blog about nothing…

It’s the Time of the Year [again] 2015

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I can smell Christmas.  Its everywhere. This time, our celebration would be different for, we already have our bundle of joy, Michael.  It would be a lot merrier, happier, more memorable,and more meaningful.

To kick off  the yuletide season, we had an early feast at the “Foodies At The Hub”.

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from left to right: hotdog sandwich with seaweeds; chicken schnitzel sandwich; BBQ; puto bumbong; hainanese  chicken, and; laksa
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the doting dadee and mamee

and cheers to our bundle of joy

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MICHAEL

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this photo was taken by your dad and just minutes away after you were delivered.

Dear Michael,

Welcome to the world NICK ISABELO AGUDA DEL PRADO.

You know what, you were supposed to be named after your snappy grandpas. FELIX ISABELO LUIS LEON AGUDA DEL PRADO, however, it was too long and the Registrar might not approve it.  So your dad did the unthinkable, he named you after him.

I made a tumblr account, which kinda a diary that captures all your memories from the moment you were born until you are allowed to use the internet.

http://zyrelleaguda.tumblr.com/

Love,

Mama

 

The Borrower

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 James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom is no fickleness, neither shadow of turning.

In the past few days, my mind was tangled with a lot of reservations.

What is boggling in my mind is that, HELP, granting a favor and DEBT are all the same. When you help, you take away something that you can never take it back, like TIME.   When you grant a favor, the act of yielding something transcends the heart and soul and it reflects how unconditional being we are.

And when you lend? I know you part hard-earned money. I know its worth. For, it’s something that signifies sweat and blood. A lot of time has been consumed just to earn it.  You want to hold onto it. You do not want it gone to waste.

However, when you lend, is it difficult for you to transform the foregoing feelings into an act of bigheartedness?  That, never expect anything in return but rather pray that what you parted will be a blessing to whoever receives it.

Do not fear that it will be gone to waste or that the borrower can never repay you.  Is it not that it all comes from God? You owe it all from GOD. The debtor owe what he receives not from you but from GOD.

Remember this,

Genesis 12:2 (NIV)

“I will make you into a great nation,
and I will bless you;
I will make your name great,
and you will be a blessing.[a]

The Bible teaches us that we are blessed not just so that we can feel good, not just so we can be happy and comfortable, but so that we will bless others.  Blessings must flow outwardly. (Rick Warren)

NOW, the borrower should keep the blessing and commit that,

Commit to the Lord whatever you do,
and he will establish your plans.

The Father I Once Knew

share How could I forget my first love? How could I forget an unconditional love? From a father who is selfless enough to give his life to us is an incomparable feeling to anything else in this universe.

Before God gave me life, I know he already picked who will be my parents are.  He has chosen the color of my eyes, hair and complexion.  He designed my nose and height.  He created my environment and selected who will I meet. And, I know He molded me and break away the cast so that I will not look like anyone else on this planet.  Yes! I know I am that special.

I want to thank God, Our Lord, for choosing the best father for me/us. I lost a thousand smiles and a million laughs when He finally called him up to Paradise.  Everything is changing like I am in a new world again without a father.  It’s like I am living in a house hanging in the air.  No pedestal to keep me grounded.

But, my father is in a better place now. I know he is one of the stars that shine in my path at night. When I was young, he used to point me the Polaris for which I will locate whenever I am lost. That, I will only walk towards it in order to be found. That is how immortal my father is in my mind.  I don’t ask God to bring him back to us for that would be a selfish thing. Rather, every night I pray that he is happy and well (I know he is) together with my little angel.

I miss him terribly.  I miss him in the kitchen and in all the food I eat specially his “laing”.  I may not see him but I know he can see me from up there. Sometimes, a thought of him triggers the tears in my eyes.  But, as I had said before, now, I see him in my brother’s eyes and feel him in my mother’s love. He is gone for almost a year now, but it seems like it was only yesterday.

To all those who still have their father’s, cherish every moment with him.  For, that is something special money and time can’t buy.