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20/08/2025

When you thank God for what you have now, the Universe aligns to bring even more into your life. A thankful heart makes His blessings overflow. The more you honor Him with thanks, the more He trusts you with greater blessings.

18/04/2025

Pick a place—any place—at the foot of the Cross.

There’s space here.
For the lost and the found.
For the weary, the wandering, the wrecked.
You can stand in silence, kneel in surrender,
or collapse beneath the weight of everything you carry.
There’s room—for all of it. For all of you.

This sacred ground has witnessed every kind of soul:
The one who betrayed, the one who denied,
the one who ran, the one who mocked,
the one who watched… and did nothing.

And if we’re honest—deeply, uncomfortably honest—
we’ve been all of them.
In our choices, our silence, our fears.
In the moments we chose comfort over truth,
self over sacrifice.

Still, He stayed.

The One we abandoned chose not to abandon us.
The One we hurt held nothing back.
He hung there—not with vengeance,
but with a love so deep, so fierce, so unrelenting
it split the veil in two.

“Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”
Yes.
In more ways than I care to admit.
I was there in the denial. In the apathy. In the selfishness.
I was there—when I knew better, but didn’t do better.

Lord, what part did I play?

Was I the betrayer—
trading Your love for lesser things?

Was I the coward—
quiet when truth demanded my voice?

Was I the judge—
swayed by noise, too afraid to stand alone?

Was I the angry one—
lashing out because I didn’t understand grace?

Was I Pilate—
desperate to stay neutral,
even as innocence stood before me?

Was I the crowd—
eager to condemn, blind to mercy?

Was I the one holding the hammer—
driven by pride, by pain, by everything You came to heal?

Or…

Was I the one who, at last, looked up—
and saw You.

Saw love laid bare,
saw forgiveness spilling from wounds,
saw eyes that met mine
not with condemnation,
but with compassion.

Maybe I’m that one now.
Maybe I’ve fallen to my knees at last,
and in the silence beneath the Cross,
I hear it—
the steady heartbeat of a God who never stopped loving me.

I bring nothing but my mess,
and You meet me with mercy.
I bring the weight of all I’ve done,
and You lift it with hands scarred by sacrifice.

That You would choose this path
knowing exactly who I am…
That You would carry my name
through every step to Calvary—
it changes everything.

Here I am, Lord.
Undone, unworthy,
yet somehow still Yours.

Let my life be the “thank You”
that rises from the dust of who I was—
to the grace of who You are.

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19/02/2024

“I cannot afford to fail. I don’t have a backup. I am the backup.”

Saw a post about this and I can’t help but cry.

How can such one statement describe my whole life’s struggle as a breadwinner / back up of the family?

People often tells me —

“Magrelax ka naman, grabe ka mag-grind, bakit ba sobrang sipag mo?”

“Bakit ka naguiguilty magpahinga?
Hindi naman masamang magpahinga?”

This is the answer.

I CAN’T AFFORD TO FAIL.
I DON’T HAVE A BACK UP.
I AM THE BACK UP.

Unlike others — who have parents / relatives who can help them when they fail?

People who have generational wealth.

I have none.
For I am my own back up plan.

Walang sasalo sakin in case I decided to stop working today.

For this reason,
I can’t afford to make that choice.

You know what’s my only choice?
TO ONLY TAKE A STEP FORWARD.

Because every choice.
Every decision.
Every single action.
Carries the weight that I can’t afford to fail.

Hindi ako pwedeng sumuko at matalo.
Kasi walang sasalo. Kailangang manalo.
Para sa pamilya ko.

At hindi ako pwedeng mangarap lamang ng pansarili ko — dahil buhat ko ang pamilya ko.

This is a battleground I fight — not just for me but also for the stability of my family.

Dati — ang hirap tanggapin.

Bakit ako?
I am a child, too.
And this is my first time living this life too.

But as the time goes by.
Only God and the universe can tell.

That there are burdens and crosses.
Pure bliss and unfathomable blessings.

That only those who are the “back up plans” of their family can fully understand.

Naniniwala pa rin ako na at the end of the day —
God sees my pain & sacrifices.
He sees my heart and my intentions.

And there’s no doubt He won’t do anything to turn things into my favor.

PADAYON SA LAHAT NG BACK UP PLAN NG PAMILYA.

Masakit. Mahirap. Nakakapagod.

Kung pwede lang sumuko.

Pero alam nating hindi pwede
Because we carry the weight of the responsibility to get out your family from poverty.

Darating din ang araw.
Hindi na mangangamba kung sasapat ba.
Kasi sobra sobra pa.

Darating din ang araw.
Hindi na magdadalawang isip kung pwedeng magpahinga.
Dahil kayang kaya na.

Sa susunod — hindi na tayo ang back up plan ng pamilya.

Sa susunod — wala ng magiging back up plan sa pamilya.

caption ctto : Charie G

17/02/2024

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