Mumsh Mandz

28/07/2025

I think I need to have my eyebrows groomed again. Hahaha. Out of control na naman sila. Here at the hospital fixing my paperworks for the mat benefit. Sabi nga ng doctor ko, this is the time to love myself and rest.. AS MUCH AS I CAN.

Honoring this season as best I can. Slowing down is a gift from God. 🩷

08/07/2025

🌿 "You do not have because you do not ask."
This hit differently today—and maybe it’s something we all need reminding of.

At the last conference, prayer was such a powerful theme.
And today, the Holy Spirit gently whispered to my heart again:
Don’t forget the power of prayer.

Right now, I’m standing at another tough intersection in life.
Maybe you are too.
We’re facing uncertainty. We’re facing fear.
But this time, we’re not facing it empty-handed. 🙌

We hold prayer—our weapon.
We hold God’s Word—our anchor.
These two silence the lies, cast down the fear, and remind us of who God is.

So today, let’s choose to believe again.
Let’s ask again. Seek again. Knock again. Believe again.
Not once—but persistently, like children who know our Father listens and loves us.

Whatever you’re facing, know this:
Prayer isn’t just something we do when we’re desperate.
It’s our first line of defense. It’s our daily connection to the One who holds everything together.

Let’s rise up again in faith. Let’s keep praying.
Because God hears. And He answers. 🙏

08/07/2025

Do you feel like stuck?
I have an encouragement..
It all works out. Trust in Jesus.

06/07/2025

There’s something I realized after the conference:

The presence of God doesn’t just comfort.
It empowers.
It doesn’t coddle you in denial.
It gently pushes you to face the truth—the whole truth.

It says:
“This is what’s real.
And I’m not leaving you as you walk through it.”

Grace is not passive.
Grace is active.

It gives you courage to say what you’ve always been afraid to say.
It gives you clarity when you feel lost.
And it gives you strength to move—not in fear, but in agreement with heaven.

Jesus doesn’t shrink back when things get messy.
He draws near.
And His nearness becomes your power.

That’s the kind of grace I’ve encountered.
That’s the kind of grace I’m walking in.

05/07/2025

05/07/2025

I will be sharing something close to my heart in the next few days. I have never been this vulnerable. But I hope that it will bless your and help you find what it is you are looking for.

27/06/2025

💬 "I once had a conversation with a close friend." My heart goes to her. I hear her voice. She’s tired. Frustrated.
Worn out by the thought and feeling of “starting over again.”

For her, life hasn’t been linear. Some things just never quite landed.
Some doors shut too early. Some things left unfinished.
And it feels like every time she tries again, she's right back at square one.

💭 “Why do I always have to start over?”
We all knew that feeling. I too. And I know it also too well.

But here's what I want to speak into this situation..
Starting over again… and again… and maybe again…. is NOT failure.

🧠 Sometimes, we delay growth because of fear.
💔 Sometimes, trauma causes us to pause.
🙈 Sometimes, our decisions were made from survival, not strategy.

But even when time has passed, even when the pieces are scattered— You get to start again.

✨ And that’s grace.
✨ That’s wisdom.
✨ That’s power.

“Starting over isn’t defeat. It’s refinement.”
“You’re not back to square one—you’re back, but this time, stronger.”
“Each reset is a reintroduction of a more courageous you.”

You carry knowledge now. You see clearer. You’re no longer walking blindly—You're walking bravely.

For me, starting over is a gift from God, Himself.
An invitation to rebuild better, not bitter.
To do things partnered with Him not against Him.
To apply wisdom from what you’ve learned.
To stop running and finally face what must be healed and done.

So if you’re starting over today—
Do it with open eyes and a soft heart.
You are not late.
You are not a failure.
You are just becoming.

19/06/2025

As I go on this journey, I realized that managing things mean being able to take in news (both good and the bad), looking at what is available, and working towards the goal with whatever resources you have.

Ang problem ko before is I want to achieve to many things that I forget what the main goal is. So may tendency ako to like want what I don't have, not appreciate what I have and go after things that are not feasible.

Today, I received the results of the 1st serum test. So congrats, I am really pregnant. And it somewhat confirms as well bakit hindi lumabas si baby kasi based sa HCG levels ko, nasa 3-4 weeks sya nung maultrasound ako. As of this writing, nasa 4-5 weeks sya so ngayon pa lang dapat sya magpapakita. (Maaga lang po talaga namin nahuli si baby. Hehe 🥲)

Now I just got my 2nd serum test. And we are hoping that it doubles after 48 hours. If it does, viable yung pregnancy. If it doesn't, we have to consider otherwise.

But setting those aside, here are the things I learned for today:
▶️ Be grateful for small wins. The fact that we understood how old baby is explains why he didn't show up in the ultrasound. Hope is not lost. ☺

▶️ Stand on Jesus and His promise. Medyo cliché. Pero now more than ever, I find this to be true. But it's not just about the promises that feel good for me. It's about the promises of who He is. That in difficult times and high times, He is always there because He promise to not leave not forsake us. That if I was brokenhearted, He will be near. And that He will hear me.

▶️ THAT'S WHY IT'S CALLED JOURNEY. It will have it's highs. It will have it's lows. But the important thing is to keep moving, aligned to the direction that He provides.

Updates soon. Pray with us. 🙏

18/06/2025

This might not be the “best” way to share something so sacred, but in the spirit of honesty and rawness before God—I want to tell you a story.

📆 On June 12, 2025, I took a pregnancy test on a whim. I had missed my period by a few days and needed to get an X-ray for my pre-employment exam. Something in my gut told me to test before doing the scan. To my surprise—and deep joy—it was positive. Two tests, both with clear lines. The kind you don’t doubt.

I told my husband first. That afternoon, I tested again in front of our kids. We cried. Laughed. Rejoiced. This was it—an answer to 12 years of waiting. Two years ago, I received a promise from God during a church conference that I would one day bear a child. I believed it. And now, here we were.

In faith, we gave our baby a name: Ioan Psalmuel.
✨ Ioan means “God is gracious.”
✨ Psalm represents worship—our shared love for music and ministry.
✨ Samuel—“God has heard.”
(We ended up combining Psalm + Samuel into Psalmuel—a name so full of meaning and prayer.)

We started sharing the news—first to close friends, then family, then our church community. Everyone welcomed the baby with warmth and faith.

🩺 But as I went in for my first ultrasound, we faced a turn.
Based on my dates, I should have been 7 weeks. But the womb was empty. No visible pregnancy. The radiologist didn’t offer comfort—just the results. I sat quietly by my husband’s side, confused and numb.

“How can 4 positive tests show nothing?”
My OB assured me: I was pregnant. Maybe it’s just too early to see anything yet. So we began monitoring my HCG levels to track the growth.

At the same time, my new job was supposed to begin. But due to some delays and medical requirements, including a clearance for “anemia due to pregnancy,” I was asked hard questions about whether I could deliver on what I was hired to do.

After that conversation and when I was at my lonesome came the real heart punch: “Which one will you choose, Mandz—the baby or the job?”

That night, the weight of it all broke me. I cried. I wrestled with God. “Why would You give me a promise… only to take it back?” My faith felt shaken.

But in the early hours of the morning, I returned to my quiet meeting place with the Lord—just like I used to. I did a devotion on Hannah (1 Samuel). Her story hit different this time. I wept and surrendered.

💔 And yet… even with the uncertainty, the fear, the not-knowing, I CHOOSE to believe in a miracle-working God. In a promise-keeping God. In Jesus.

Today, I choose to believe that our baby is right where he’s supposed to be. I choose faith over fear. I choose to believe that God has heard me—and He will be faithful to complete what He has started.

I’ve already poured out all my emotions at His feet. Now, I wait—with quiet trust. Preparing for whatever comes. Not because I’m strong, but because He is with me. And we’ll face this together, whatever the outcome.

🕊️ Will you pray with us?
We’re still in the waiting. But we’re believing.
If you’re also in a season of waiting, of hoping, of needing a miracle—comment below. Let’s pray together as a community. 🤍
We’re not alone in this.

17/06/2025

🌿✨ This is scary. But I’m showing up anyway.

I’ve wrestled with this post for days. Maybe weeks. I wanted everything to be ready before I showed up here again—my heart, my plans, even my faith.

But here I am. Starting scared, starting unsure... but starting with God... again.

Welcome to this space—Mumsh Mandz. It’s more than just a page. It’s my little altar online, where I lay down the pieces of my story:
💔 the broken parts I’m healing from
💡 the lessons therapy taught me
🙏 the promises I’m holding onto
💬 and the faith that keeps me breathing

I’ve walked through emotional wounds, rejection, spiritual battles, health struggles—and somehow, joy still keeps finding me.

Now, I want to share that joy. The real kind. The raw kind. The kind that still chooses Jesus on the hard days.

This is for the women who’ve been through it.
For the ones still trying to find their voice.
For the dreamers, the mothers, the anxious, the tired, the healing.
This is for you. And this is for me.

One post at a time, I’ll be sharing:
🕊️ Devotionals rooted in healing and scripture
🧠 Mental health insights through a Christian lens
✍️ Bits of my story (and sneak peeks from the books I’m writing)
🤍 And hopefully, encouragement that feels like a hug

If you’re reading this and you’ve felt afraid to start something God has placed on your heart—let this be your sign: Start anyway.

Let’s walk this journey together, one honest post at a time.

Love,
Mumsh Mandz

09/06/2025

Today wasn’t perfect.
But it was soft.
And I needed that more than anything.

After a stormy night—emotionally, mentally—I sat with my children and chose honesty.
No lectures. No guilt. Just heart.
I told them what their dad was needing.
I asked if they could love him—even when he’s hard to understand.
Not because it excuses everything, but because honor is about rising above, not shrinking back.

They said yes.
They were kind and sweet and so full of softness that I felt it seep into me, too.

Then I did something simple but healing—I ate tteokbokki for breakfast.
Not because it fit my meal plan.
But because it fit my need—for warmth, spice, comfort, a reminder that I still have control over how I soothe myself.

I didn’t have all the answers today.
But I had connection.
And courage.
And carbs. 😅

I also reached out to someone within my spiritual community.
Because sometimes strength is knowing when to say:
“I’m not okay. And I need someone to hear me before I fall apart.”

No, I’m not magically healed.
But today I didn’t abandon myself.
I honored my role as a mother and a woman.
And that is enough.

If you’re tired, in-between, emotionally messy—this post is your reminder:
✅ You can be healing and hurting.
✅ You can be tired and trying.
✅ You can be overwhelmed and still making progress.

Small wins. Big healing.
Let’s keep going. 🤍

09/06/2025

Don’t Lose Your Home While Building His House

There is a kind of busyness that looks holy,
but slowly hollows out the soul.

Ministry can make you feel important, needed, called, and used by God.
But what if, in serving the church, you're quietly losing your first congregation?

You prepare setlists, lead rehearsals, join meetings, fix cables, and craft transitions.
You give your heart to Sundays, but your family only gets the leftover hours, when your tired, distracted, and distant.

You pray for revival in the sanctuary, but have you forgotten to kneel beside your child’s bed?
You teach people to worship, but when was the last time you talked to your spouse?

God never asked you to neglect one altar to build another.
He never called you to set the church ablaze while your home grows cold.

Ministry should never be an escape from responsibility.
Your spouse is not your assistant.
Your children are not burdens to manage between services.
They are your first sheep. Your most sacred trust.
The first worshippers you are called to disciple.

Before you hold the mic, hold your family’s hands.
Before you lead worship, lead your home in prayer.
Before you minister to the crowd, minister to the ones waiting for you at the door.

Jesus did not die for you to build a platform—
He died so your whole household could be saved.

If you gain the applause of the church, but lose the hearts of your children,
you did not win in ministry. You lost your calling.

So go home after service.
Be present. Be soft. Be available.
Laugh around the table. Listen to their hearts.
Love them with the same passion you bring to the pulpit.

Because your family is not in the way of your ministry.

They are the ministry.