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When the dead comes back to life

Lately, it seems like I’ve been encountering people who are supposed to be already dead coming back to life. I’m not sure if I just became aware of it after watching Now You See Me 2 on cable TV, with Atlas’s line stuck on my head: coming back from the dead is the most difficult kind of magic one could ever perform… or something to that effect. Or, maybe because I’ve been reading The Traveler’s Gift: Seven Decisions That Determine Personal Success by Andy Andrews, where the main character travels through time to meet prominent figures in American and world history to learn a very important lesson from each of them. Obviously, these people are already dead, literally, but they’re the kind I would love to meet and learn from myself. I imagine meeting them, with the experience being fun, exciting, and enlightening. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same thing for the other kind of dead ones that seem to have resurfaced recently too. Take for example our enemies who live next door to us. Somehow, I’ve become adept …

A day with cancer conquerors

I was recently invited to attend Project Pink Cancer Support Group’s “Look Good, Feel Good” makeup workshop for cancer conquerors as a PR writer/blogger. I thought I would just be there to observe, learn how to put on makeup, write what I had seen and experience, then submit the article to publications. Little did I know that I would be on an emotional roller coaster, given the fact that my parents both died of cancer, and I was surrounded by cancer conquerors. Somehow, just the thought of being surrounded by cancer conquerors made me feel vulnerable. I was a little nervous when I arrived at the venue. Maybe it’s also because somehow, I already knew that I would inevitably remember my parents… Or, maybe it’s because none of the bloggers and journalists I have invited could make it, given the bad weather and late notice, so I had to be there by myself. I mean, these days, I would be the one to coordinate PR events and contact the writers, who would write about the event, and not the other …

“In the presence of my enemies”

I have mentioned in my previous post, Who and Why, that we are dealing with some vexatious individuals, who are related to each other and have been harassing us in various ways. Today, I finally received the subpoena for the first of the string of criminal and civil cases that I have filed against them. I cannot begin to tell you how happy I am that finally, there is now a schedule for the preliminary hearing at the City Prosecution Office for the first case(s) that I have filed. To me, that means justice is on its way. I can’t wait to see these people behind bars, who are also rumored to be members of a drug syndicate and are apparently notorious for their ill manners and violent nature. They may have instilled fear in us at one point in time, especially among my children, but shall do everything (legal) to make them own up to all their crimes against my family and me. One of their victims and a witness to their evil deeds, my father, died recently. …

Little Z shares Jesus to others

This afternoon, my preschooler Little Z went home excited to tell me how she shared Jesus to her classmates. She said two of them were fighting again, so she told them to make peace and say ‘sorry’ to each other. After telling them about Jesus, she said the little girl was so afraid that Jesus won’t forgive her. To further assure her that Jesus would, my Little Z said she drew a cross for her. After hearing all this, I swelled with both pride and shame. Pride, knowing that my child is on the right track. Heck, that’s a six-year old girl carrying out The Great Commission! And she happens to be my daughter. Shame because a six-year old child has been trying faithfully to carry out The Great Commission ever since her Sunday School teachers gave their class the assignment to “share Jesus to others”, whereas I, who happens to be her mom, has not seriously done that for years! I was so moved by my daughter’s story that I was speechless. All I could do was go …

Why I no longer wear my wedding ring

I recently unearthed five rolls of unprocessed films in one of our cabinets, which I readily took to a photo processing shop to be developed. I had the pictures copied to a disk, and while I was viewing them on my computer, I saw one that really caught my attention. It has my left hand wearing my long-lost white gold wedding band. I couldn’t remember why I had that picture taken, although I suspect that it must be because of the tattoo at the back of my hand that one of my daughters must have drawn using their gel tattoo pens. Nevertheless, I am happy to have this picture now, especially that it’s the only reminder I have of the wedding rings that my husband and I used to have. It has been three years now since my husband and I lost our wedding rings. I have felt more than once the silent scorn, the doubtful thoughts of other people around me, especially women, as they stare at my bare hands, wondering if I were truly and legally married. After all, …

The Jonah in me

When I think about my own relationship with God, I remember the story of Jonah. This morning, instead of reading just the first three verses of the Book for my irregular daily devotions, I read the whole Book. Reading it made me face the fact that I am being rebellious again despite my attempts to mask the attitude. “Have you any right to be angry?” the LORD asked Jonah on two separate occasions. And I found myself in the same boat as Jonah, being asked the same question. No, I have not been faithfully reading my Bible lately or being obedient to God’s Word for that matter. My prayers are too shallow–I recite them with no feelings at all. Sometimes, I would only pray because my children urge me to lead them or because the situation seems to call for it. And because I have not been meditating on God’s Word, I get easily irritated or angered lately. So why am I acting rebellious again? What’s making me feel angry that sometimes, like Jonah, I …