Let me be a woman

Posted by Babes on Feb 6, ’07 11:09 PM via Multiply

Dedicated my leadership group
Especially For Liane, Emil, Mayleen, tina and Ria

Let me laugh out loud even at the silliest joke
without fear of being laughed at;
Let me enjoy the rain, the rainbow and the sunshine
 without being mocked;
Let me play with animals and hug my worn out stuffed toys;
Let me sing of songs I love beyond the comfort of my bathroom;
Let me indulge in chocolates, cakes and ice cream,
without fear of getting fat;
Let me wear loose clothes and running shoes;
Let me dream and dream some more;
Let me play in the mud;
Let me have a disheveled hair from time to time;
Let me be weak, allow me room to cry;
Let me try out different hairstyles;
Let me wear the latest style;
Let me enjoy my pearls and diamond;
Let me be moody from time to time;
Let me change my mind;
Let me feel protected at night and in the crowd;
Let me feel that I can fully trust;
Let me know that I have someone to depend on to;
Let me have innocence;
Let me follow more than lead;
Let me be a support and not the stand;
Let me speak out what’s on my mind;
Let me be the one being rescued, not the mighty warrior;
Let me be sweet more than being strong;
Let me be a child, a daughter, a sister, a wife;
Let me write poems;

only You

Posted by Babes on Feb 9, ’08 6:06 AM via Multiply
You are like my  contact lens;
My vision is lost without you
You are like my reliable Mac
My life is disorganized without you
You are like Cookies and Cream
You chased away my blues
You are like a rainbow after the rain
You give me hope for another day
You are like my make-up kit
You make me feel beautiful in and out
You are like watermelons in summer
You are my thirst-quencher
You are like my flip flops
My first choice , anytime, anywhere
You are like my best dress
Of which I will be proud to wear always
You are like my newsletter
Each of which is worthy of pouring my heart into
You are like my scrapbook
You bring out the creative side in me
You are like my fluffy bed
You can carry all my weight
You are like a bathtub
You give new meaning to the word cleansing
You are like my favorite movie series
I can’t seem to stop watching you
You are like a love song
You evoke so much emotions from me
You are like a literary piece
You are my very source of inspiration

You are more than what words will communicate
(wish I knew another language)
You are more than beat, rhythm and tempo combine
(wish I could write a song)
You are more than all the splendor of the earth
(wish I could travel more and see it all)
You are more than all the vastness of the universe

You are my Friend-my confidante, my secret-keeper
You are my Coach-my inspiration, my mentor
You are my Counselor-my encourager , my sanity depends on you
You are my Teacher- my role model, my instructor
You are my King- my leader, my defender
You are my Healer-my balm, you clear my tears away
You are my Maker-my designer, the author of my instruction manual
You are my Savior-my lifeboat, the ultimate sacrifice
You are my Father-my rescuer, my loving embrace
You are my Lord-my master, my ultimate boss
You are love ,peace and joy personified
You are the ultimate Lover of my soul.
You are life itself- the only reason why I breathe….


Posted by Babes on Apr 29, ’08 11:56 PM via MULTIPLY

Do you have days that seems to become imprinted in your mind?

Its as if a nagging thought afterward never seems to leave you in peace.
I’ve had that day a few days ago, I was with a friend and we were talking about forgiveness.

Well I often tell stories about myself but I don’t know why for some reason, I choose to tell her a little about my past. I was telling 
her that there was a point un my life wherein forgiveness doesn’t seem to be part of my choices because I had a wound that doesn’t seem to heal, the pain was just like a dagger constantly jabbing my chest. I related to her how when I was young, I was totally unwanted, how my siblings related that my mom would drink 
pills just to get rid me. For a minute, she grew quiet, all she could say was that she feels the same way, her stories grow intense, her case more difficult than mine. While I was to feel the burden of rejection, she got the trauma of watching a baby’s life cut short, simply because it was unwanted. I could not describe the vivid pictures it imprinted in her fragile mind. 
All I was left to conclude was that her pain became her ally and anger her friend.
But the story went on and I was telling her how I allowed that experience cripple me for years. Until Jesus came into my life, relieving the wound, opening it up, but not just to expose a painful past, 
but to bring complete healing for my life. Somehow I felt her face lit up a bit, as if a sudden surge of hope came rushing in her heart. She looked up at me, and  I was able to muster the courage to tell her,” Let go, forgive your mom, allow Jesus 
to heal you!” How I wish that for an instant God would just delete all her bad memories, but then I know that it would take a process. The good news is that she is willing to start her journey-forgiving, receiving healing, finding God.
That moment just lasted for an hour but I felt like my life was never the same after, I was thinking that
…sometimes we underestimate the power of the testimony that Jesus gave us…
…sometimes all it takes, is simply telling our story to another person, who can disqualify the evidence of a renewed life life?!
I felt like my heart literally went out for her- I wonder more how much God must have felt for her…I was also thinking how many students are still out there waiting to hear a story that Jesus is for real-that he heals, forgives, restores, loves….
Do you have a story to tell? its time to go out and share your  story

He’s mine!

Posted by Babes on Dec 21, ’08 7:45 via MULTIPLY
I’ve been meaning to write for quite some time and this has been simmering on my mind. I just don’t know if today is the day I get to finish this.
We all have our own picture of God, sometimes He is like a father to us, sometimes a confidante, our protector,our comforter and so many other things. The fact is He can be all at the same time, but oftentimes our finite mind can only process one thing at a time.
I appreciate ALL that God is but beyond that, the one thing that specifically speaks to me as of the moment is that HE IS A PERSONAL GOD. 
He talks to us in the way we would understand best. He listens when we badly need it the most.
He speaks when we long to hear his soothing words. 
Yet there are times when He choose to be quiet-even when we are in dire need of a word. When He choose to speak through our circumstances and people even when we are just wishing for a prophetic word.
Yet in everything that He does, in every encounter that i have, in every waking hours of my life, every single detail seems to have a mark just for me.
Its as if He was telling me “Hey, I can do this JUST FOR YOU!” Isn’t that an amazing thought. Oftentimes we would hear of people complaining that God is too busy to care, that He has a lot of things on His hand to take the time to get down with our teeny-weeny problems. But i learned that its not true.
GOD GENUINELY CARES even for all our small concerns. He knows the seasons of our lives-when is the time to stay put or be launch out,  when to labor hard and when to sit still. How every single process of our lives will take place. How He places everything for our best, how He planned for all the great surprises in our lives. Everything has been mapped out and aligned-all because God created someone like you. What a wonderful thought-THE GOD OF THE UNIVERSE IS MY PERSONAL GOD, HE’S MINE HAHA something I would never stop being amazed of.
here’s one of my favorite verse as a proof:
1-6 God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. 
   I’m an open book to you; 
      even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking. 
   You know when I leave and when I get back; 
      I’m never out of your sight. 
   You know everything I’m going to say 
      before I start the first sentence. 
   I look behind me and you’re there, 
      then up ahead and you’re there, too— 
      your reassuring presence, coming and going. 
   This is too much, too wonderful— 
      I can’t take it all in! PSALM 139

how much do i love thee

Posted by Babes on Jan 26, ’09 5:20 AM via MULTIPLY
I love Thee for all the dreams thou has fulfilled in a special way…

For the surprises thou has brought each day
I love Thee for the rain brought in my eyes, the sorrow felt deep inside
For the character formed and foundations built
For the new strength found and grace kept
I love Thee for the unceasing laughter, for days I wish would never end
For all the secret smiles, the unexpected rendezvous
For the treasures you laid out and simply for finding you
I love Thee for all the battles I’ve encountered
every battles you’ve fought hard for and won for me
For healing my battle scars and continuously teaching me
I love Thee for every blessings brought for-noticed and unnoticed
For every supernatural favors given
For every relationship built and forged
I love Thee for giving me security and making me complete
For giving me the best reason to live
For giving me the an identity to keep

the day we almost died literally

Posted by Babes on Feb 15, ’09 4:14 AM VIA MULTIPLY
This is not a joke. This is not part of the 1 Life to Live series. This is a real life drama….
 Let’s backtrack a bit….Since I discovered that I have knack for arranging things and stuff, my bday has never been ordinary. Well I guess it has been a great challenge for my friends to organize my birthdays cause more often than not, I have planned my birthday days before it my mind and I have mapped out the necessary details, that they get lost in its intricacies.
Needless to say more often than not it doesn’t fan out as I imagine it to be to my biggest frustration J. But the paradox of it is that amidst my “Arranger” theme, my ideal birthday is really something I didn’t plan but a surprise one-yes I guess I’m crazy for having completely contrasting ideas.

 I am delighted that God  completely understands this unique side of me and is every year up to the challenge of giving me a unique and extraordinary birthday. Last year I was kind of depressed the week of my birthday, the morning of it I was crying really hard and to top it all minutes before the youth service, I got corrected-whoah! I was crying my hearts out in the comfort room before the service start because I thought I was a superwoman and could just hold everything in until the service was finished. But unfortunately I wasn’t that good-I have Lala to blame for being very sensitive for my emotional state hehe. Then the surprise bday came right after the service-an overflow of roses and chocolates and cake, my favorite song playing in the background-God is so good at making surprises.

 History has a way of repeating itself, I have big plans set up this year. Friday would be clubbing night with LB friends and Saturday would be an overnight at Graceland to clear out all the stress of the week with my close friends. Guess what? It didn’t go as planned, I’m amazed why Im still surprised. After all the texts has been made, it was settled, I’ll have to erase the picture of what I thought my birthday would be. But wait there’s more, we were not able to get tickets to Loverage after the long wait in the line and its 10pm already, just 2 hours before my birthday. I have to watch gruesomely as all my friends are slowly passing by getting near the entrance after almost 2 hours of waiting. I cant believe my eyes, it’s my birthday isn’t it and I was out sitting in the grass. Then abby’s call came, there was 2 tickets na available, wow there was hope finally.

 But as Zara and I navigate into the literally multitudes of people, there was already came a commotion. A bunch of JJs (jumping jologs) as they are famously known were literally jumping and pushing their bodies hard on the wall trying to barge inside. Warren guided us near the gate where abby and the ticket was. We lined up and stick ourselves closer to Mok. King and Cocoy. The banging continued, fear slowly creep inside of me cause we were with a lot of students and Im totally scared of what will happen. My biggest fear at this moment was what if there’s a stampede, how many students will I be able to protect and how? Plus the fact of the giant stones flying much like 3x my fist size. All of a sudden the reality of death looms and we are left to just pray and seek for God’s protection. Then the scream the JJs are now attacking our lines, we have to literally run, I was pushing Zara to go near the wall cause I don’t want to be trampled on, she has a sprain by the way. We gathered the kids at the back, they are shocked but at the same time excited, its as if the 1 Life to Live really became a reality for them. There were so many stories being told. Gavs, me and Glenn were contemplating on what to do next, of course we want to go home and be secured but I guess the risk also made the adventure very exciting. Then all of a sudden, there was a new line at the back, the men gathered us towards it, they put a line to secure us, some of the JJs were trying to get in, they have tickets but the officials are taking time to verify it pa and there was commotion again. Gosh the adventure continues!!

 Then we are finally inside, still aggregated together, what a funny sight as I recall it now. So we planned to enjoy the rest of the night, some eating food, others riding the ferris wheel or just going around. Zara and I had a henna tattoo, finally I’ve always wanted one.

 The fireworks countdown I guess was the high light of the night-as I look at it its as if I had a giant cake to blow with such amazing candles-awesome. I’ve always dream of having fireworks on my birthday and a countdown as well, its really an amazing site. 

What a crazy birthday blast indeed-God is so good!

I wanna quote what Glenn said nung pauwi na kami:
“Grabe pag campus minister ka dito sa UP literal na you are willing to die (in the line of work) ” True! True!
I wanna applaud all the QC men (especially the ENCM guys) who literally shielded and protected us throughout this ordeal. You are remarkable,admirable and very honorable! We are so proud of you!! Thanks for your willingness to literally take the stones for us. 
Special thanks to Mok, Warren, Cocoy,Dennis, King and Glenn kasi sila yung mga kasama namin sa line ni Zara.

UP Naming Mahal

Posted by Babes on Mar 16, ’09 10:41 PM via MULTIPLY

There are so many ways I can answer this question
I can say, blame it on my proud and brainwashing teachers who have instilled a great pride in me for being part of this university;
(I can hear their voices reverberating in my mind: “There are only two schools in the Philippines, UP and _________ “ whoah what a proud claim hehe!)
I can also say, blame it on my sisters who have graduated here who have their minds set on preparing me to be in this university and nothing else.
 And then there’s the great community in LB, that feeling of knowing almost everyone else, that when you see each other in another place, you just know if that person came from UPLB, right?
 The great Mt. Makiling, raptors in Botanical garden, trolley in IRRI, fertility tree, C park, kwek-kwek Tower, Papus siomai, proven .buco-pie and Mer-nel’s cake, atbp.
 Add to it the frat rumble, the rally and demonstrations, the death threats during election, the org hazing. (habulan ng tubo, hagisan ng philvocs during my batch), and the “jumping jologs” gate crashing the fair, where else can you find a more exciting university?
 BUT the truth is there is only one reason why I love UP
I met Jesus in UP, He transformed my life and I was never the same afterwards nor did I look at UP the same way after.
(If I met him in Ateneo, La sale or Mirriam, I know I’d have the same intense emotion for these campuses. But for now, my heart has been captured by one.)
I can grow old serving God in this university. I may not live to see the whole university transformed to serve Christ, but I know my children’s children will.
(My pastor used to tell me: “One day we will see all UP students undergoing 121 as a prerequisite in entering the university” Hmmmmm, why not?)
Today I will choose to help pave the way.
God has placed me here as a student for a purpose and even now as a campus missionary to continue what He has started.
Some people stake their claims on land, titles, positions and society sectors.
I choose to place my stake on this university.
I firmly believe that amidst the confident, proud, intellectual and activist look, every student apart from God is harassed and helpless deep within.
I firmly believe we are not just called to be great leaders, scientist, socialist, Nobel prize winners but on top of that be great servants, ambassadors and radicals for God.
I am greatly convinced that out of the 22,000 students walking its very pavement right now will rise up our nation’s best and brightest future lawyers, doctors, inventors, engineers, artist, tv personalities and even senators, congressmen and presidents.
I want to have an opportunity to share God’s love to them, an opportunity to tell them about how God can transform their life to something beyond their imagination, a chance to leave a legacy.
I dream of it producing the next Martin Luther, Winston Churchill, Mother Theresa, Billy Graham and not the next Hitler, Stalin or Ferdinand Marcos.
I dream of it producing a new generation of God-fearing leaders who will usher our nation to prosperity and unity. There is nothing really impossible in the God we serve.
And it is this intense cause that compelled me to write with audacity what’s burning in my heart. With the hope that as you chance to read this, you’ll have a deeper sense of destiny and reason why God has placed you in that specific work or university. With the trust that as God has moved me to follow Him here and remain here, you’ll have the same trust that there’s a commission He wants you to be drafted in.
The only question that remains is are you willing to see your university the way God wants you to see it? Are you willing to be a history maker in your Alma Mater?
I would like to end this as a real Iskolar ng Bayan would:
“Kung hindi ikaw, sino? Kung hindi dito, saan? Kung hindi ngayon, kailan?”

God has unlimited Macbook

Posted by Babes on Jul 11, ’09 5:55 AM RECOVERED FROM MULTIPLY
I just experienced a miracle and its more than what i ever hope for or imagine. 

The month of July has indeed been very exciting and challenging with all the planning for the freshmen events plus the daily grind of youth services, small groups and leadership group. Good thing is there has been ample time to plan everything-so it has been pegged for our UNLIGOD series, Glenn will be preaching 3 topics and Im
 assigned to speak on UNLIMITED RESOURCES- i was very excited!!

The days pass and i already have an idea on what Im going to speak-break poverty mindset and emphasize faith and generosity. But it seems that life has another plan and so it goes two weeks before i speak-my macbook got stolen. I was speechless and dumbfounded, what was I supposed to do? The days pass bye with hugs and condolences.
The next day it sank in,i wake up without my audio bible, my fave worship, my journal and my macsword. So i talked to God and just ask why? 
God: “who gave you, your first Macbook? “
Babes: “You!!”
God: “who can give you a new one”
Babes: “You!!” 
So it all started there, God gave me the faith to believe for a new one, the grace not to be discourage, the boldness to ask. 
My prayer:
“Lord, give me a Macbook pro before i preached about your UNLIMITED RESOURCES”

Week one pass by and after all the faith, boldness and grace i could muster i only have 16% of the goal- i was discouraged and wavering in faith and was already bargaining for God provide at least 50% before i speak. God has better plans, that day unexpectedly 50% came in, i was ready to believe again. It was a day before i preach and still at 80%. The day i preached i boldly confessed and claimed that God has provided the amount i needed. The day after the pledges for the amount came and i completed my goal 100%-it was saturday (july 4)-2 weeks after my macbook got

Today July 11,2009

Babypebbles says: “Im holding you now, yet i still can’t believe your mine” (tears) (tears).
Two weeks ago you are just a picture in my bedroom wall, but now you’re a reality.
Two weeks ago i thought i’ve lost you forever, but here you are-so shiny and brand new.
What a great gift you are to my life.

This is all i can say to my new Macbook Pro

Again I’m speechless and dumbfounded, feeling nothing but totally loved by an AMAZING FATHER AND UNLIMITED GOD. The same Father and Unlimited God that we all have. My prayer for you is that may you never cease to be expectant of H
im who can give you immeasurably more than what you can hope for or imagine.

Thank you so much for those who have generously invested and sown. May God return it to you a hundred fold. Thank you for helping me see a huge miracle!!