The Path of Life

07/02/2026

You are not engaged in your own work; you are doing the work of God. Surrender your will to Him. Make not a single reserve, not a single compromise with self. Know what it is to be free in Christ.
-EGW, The Ministry of Healing-

04/02/2026

26/01/2026

God will provide, beyond what we imagine
So much more than we could fathom
He will supply, God will provide
When we trust in Him completely
And take each step believing as a child
God will provide 🙏

01/09/2025

One afternoon, while Randy and Sydy were bonding and enjoying father-and-son time, I took the chance to have my “me time.” For me, that meant reading. I quietly sat in the corner of the sofa while they were on the floor, laughing and working on a puzzle together. They didn’t notice me until they suddenly heard me crying.

Sydy quickly ran to me and asked what happened. I explained that I was simply moved by what I was reading. They said they were shocked because they didn’t even realize I was reading; they thought I was just scrolling through my phone and came across some sad news. So, I read aloud to them a passage from Ellen G. White that had touched my heart.

🙏 Christ says to man, "You are mine. I have bought you. You are now only a rough stone, but if you will place yourself in My hands, I will polish you, and the luster with which you shall shine will bring honor to My name. No man shall pluck you out of My hand. I will make you My peculiar treasure. On My coronation day, you will be a jewel in My crown of rejoicing."

🙏 The divine Worker spends little time on worthless material. Only the precious jewels does He polish after the similitude of a palace, cutting away all the rough edges. This process is severe and trying; it hurts human pride. Christ cuts deep into the experience that man in his self-sufficiency has regarded as complete, and takes away self-uplifting from the character. He cuts away the surplus surface, and putting the stone to the polishing wheel, presses it close, that all roughness may be worn away. Then, holding the jewel up to the light, the Master sees in it a reflection of Himself, and He pronounces it worthy of a place in His casket. Ellen G. White, The Review and Herald, December 19, 1907.

A few days later, as we were walking home, Sydy picked up a stone from the roadside. When we got home, he carefully washed it and dried it with a paper towel. At first, I thought, Naku! Dagdag na naman yon sa collection nyang basura. Later that night, as I was getting ready for bed, he came to me with the stone in his hand. With a sweet smile, he said, “Mommy, this stone is like you. It has rough edges.”

My heart melted. In that moment, I realized he had been listening all along to my conversation with his dad, to the words I had read, and to the message behind them.

❤ My takeaway: I am blessed with people who love me despite my rough edges. They embrace my imperfections, stand with me at my lowest, and never judge my struggles. Through them, I felt God’s love.

01/08/2025

Puso ko'y umaawit sa labis na ligaya
Pagkat si Kristo ang kasama ko sa t'wina
Agos ng tubig sa batis
Hampas ng alon sa dagat
Pangako Mo ay hindi magbabago
Bulaklak man ay malalanta
Salita Mo ay hindi magbabago

17/07/2025

"The Night My Son Needed Grace"
Last night, something small but significant happened.
I was getting ready for bed and had placed my phone on the edge of the bed. My son, Sydy, climbed up first and accidentally kicked it. It fell hard. When I picked it up, the screen was broken. The back part and the camera were already cracked before, but this time, the damage was worse. Sydy burst into tears. He hugged me tightly and kept saying, “Sorry, Mommy.” Over and over again.
I was quiet. I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t angry. I couldn’t be. It was an accident. I simply looked at him and said gently, “Please give Mommy time.”
We both lay down in bed. He was still sniffing while hugging me. I stayed silent for a few minutes, just thinking. My heart was torn, not because of the phone, but because I knew my words could either heal or hurt his little heart. I thought of the expense. I couldn’t afford to replace it now. But then a line from a song played in my mind: “There is nothing you have lost that He can’t replace.”
And it clicked. My relationship with my son is far more valuable than a phone. Phones can be fixed or replaced. But words that hurt? The tone of my voice? The look on my face? Those are harder to erase. I turned to him and hugged him. I said, “Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault.” He asked, “Whose fault po?” I smiled and told him, “It’s the enemy. He wants us to be upset and sad. But we won’t let him win.” He hugged me tighter. And in that moment, peace came back. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

This morning, I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when Sydy came in with the sweetest smile. That smile told me everything I needed to know. He woke up assured, loved, and safe.
And that, for me, was worth more than any phone.

I remember what my homeschooling mentor once said:
“What matters most is not just the mistake, but what’s going on in a child’s heart.”

I believe that’s how Jesus sees us too. We make mistakes. We break things. But He doesn’t push us away. Instead, He draws us close. I’m thankful for His unconditional love.
And I’m even more thankful that we can share that kind of love with the people who matter most. ❤️

30/06/2025

It is a blessing to share Sydy's testimony about God’s Faithfulness during the Consecration Program of Windsor Hills Academy, Kindergarten Class of 2025 🙏

16/05/2025

God Led Us to a Mountain Top Church

One Sabbath morning, we randomly checked Google Maps for a church near our place. The map showed that the closest church was about 20-minute drive pointing towards the mountain. With the leap of faith, we went and followed the direction. Praise God for leading us to a beautiful church situated on top of the mountain. However, reaching it was a miraculous adventure of how God has led us there.

From the highway, we traveled along the narrow concrete winding road uphill for more than twenty minutes until our signal got lost. We were led into a dense forest without houses and people to be asked for direction. We saw number of motorcycles and tricycle parked on the side of the road. When we decided to go back and ask for direction, we were told that the owners of those motorcycles were Adventist and the church was just several minutes’ walk upward the rugged mountainous area. Leaving the car on the side of the road, we started climbing the steep and narrow way to the top of the mountain. We’re not ready for that Sabbath morning hike. Stopping every now and then to rest and get a much-needed inhale of fresh air. In the middle of our trek, we heard the brethren singing hymns that seemed like voices of angels from heaven. Sweating profusely and almost out of breath, we finally reached the top. The Sabbath School program was just finished and the church members were about to start the Divine Hour of service when we reached the place of worship. We were warmly welcomed and courteously ushered inside. We quietly sat down and worship God praising Him for a Sabbath day of rest. After the program, we were asked to stay for potluck. Of course, we gladly accepted the invitation because we didn’t bring any food thinking that we would go home right after the program.

During lunch time, we were surprised. Thanks be to God for being a God of surprises. The hospitable brethren ushered us to a table full of food—two big platters of rice, and several servings of different viands. We didn’t expect that on top of the mountain with only one house and a church standing tall, there were faithful Adventist community who were so generous and very welcoming. Praise God for leading us there.

As we were eating, still in awe on how God has led us to that church, we were told that we will be in charge of the AY program. We prayed for guidance. All seven of us took parts that Sabbath afternoon. We prepared a short yet meaningful program. There’s singing, welcome remark, individual sharing, and testimonies. In the sharing alone, many opened up their hearts with tears while giving their personal experiences. My son and his cousins offered the special songs. My husband testified on how God restored our son’s life during the operation and making the surgery a successful one. Some of the women cried once again knowing that God had been so gracious and merciful to our son at his young age granting him second life. He sang "Without Jesus; I'm Nothing at All" for the closing song. Some of the brethren hugged and kissed him after the program. They said that they won’t forget us because we made them cry that Sabbath day. We won’t also forget them because it was not mere accident that we were led to join the Sabbath worship in that church and minister to the brethren. So grateful to God for that beautiful Sabbath experience.

11/04/2025

The metamorphosis of this butterfly speaks to us of our Christian transformation of character. When we experience difficulties in life,
God wants us to need Him. This is the process of change that God wants in our lives. We can be perfect and beautiful just like this butterfly if we perfectly obey the commandments of God.