Pray for a Man who Prays

I’m writing this as I’m about to sleep after being prayed over by my fiancé on the phone. My heart is so full, that I just can’t contain how blessed I am to have someone praying for me and with me.

Exactly a month ago, my fiancé went back to his original mission assignment. Ever since the day he left, there is no morning that he missed waking me up with words of encouragement; there is no day that he missed saying “I prayed for you, Mahal”; and there is no night that he did not pray for me over the phone.

I’m not a prayerful woman. In fact, if there’s a ministry in church that I can’t join in that would be the intercessory. I’m not into lengthy prayers. I did not set a specific time for prayers, neither carry with me a list of prayers and petitions. But, I do make sure that I get to have a quiet time to pray and talk to God intently everyday.

Things changed when I started dating out my fiancé. With his line of work, as a Police Officer, I have become prayerful. I need to be his prayer warrior. But more than that, he is leading me closer to God, and I believe it’s enough reason to pray even more.

I’m also not a patient woman. I would easily lose my temper and snap over petty things. One time we were caught in a very stressful situation. I started ranting, complaining, and saying things negatively at my fiancé. Instead of firing back, he held my hand and started praying. I don’t know how to respond to that. Our situation turned upside down. I can’t help but thank him for pointing my focus back to God and not on our circumstances.

I like my fiancé’s cheesy lines, but I love his prayers more. Kilig will fade, but faith and love remains.

When things get tough, a man’s muscles will not guarantee his strength to carry on. But, a man’s faith is an assurance that he will not be shaken.

If you would ask me if I have a “prayerful” characteristic in my husband-to-be checklist, the answer is “no”. Shame on me. But, I’m thankful that God gave me the things I didn’t ask for in a man.

Ladies and Gents, don’t be like me; pray for someone who prays.

Prayer is the way we communicate to God. Isn’t it amazing to have someone who talks to God concerning you?


Swept Away

Some time last year, there was a man who handed me a beautiful rose. He did plan to surprise me with it, and I knew how much effort he exerts just to give me that. However, I wasn’t good at hiding my real feelings. When he gave me the long-stemmed, red rose, I was not at all surprise neither extremely glad to receive it. My face shows it all. He said he was hurt with my response. He was expecting that I would be very happy with the rose, but I was not.

Honestly, deep inside I was happy with his efforts in pursuing me, but I am not totally knocked off my feet with such gesture neither did I went head over heels with it.  A rose cannot easily sweep me away, even if it makes my heart smile.


As I reflect on the passion of Christ on the cross, it dawned on me that I have been swept away by a man crowned with thorns, a man who pursued me not with things in this world but with His very own life. What Jesus Christ did on the cross was more than enough for me to know my worth and that I am loved. It was the greatest expression of love that I have received. Who can beat that? No man ever, right?

I did appreciate all this man’s efforts for me though; it’s just that no man can ever sweep me off my feet like Christ did. I have been won by Jesus. I am swept away by His love, and no one can ever make me feel loved and glad more than what He has done.



So, to all the young ladies and single women reading this, I would like to encourage you to remind yourself that your worth is more than just a bouquet of beautiful roses. Don’t be easily swept away. Look at the man, who handed you those roses, does he reflect to you the Man who was crowned with thorns for your sake?

The Man named Jesus has long pursued you with His life. Let His love be your standard and basis of what love is. Again, be swept away by the eternal, unconditional love of Christ and not on the temporary, conditional love of this world. Not a bouquet of roses will ever satisfy you, only the Man crowned with thorns.

Not a bouquet of roses will ever satisfy you, only the Man who was crowned with thorns.


Lost and Found: Love at First Sight

Book: The Bridges at Madison County

Author: Robert James Waller

Where to buy: I really don’t know, one of my College thesis mates just lend me this book, and the price tag says, “Book Sale”.

Do you believe in love at first sight? I don’t, maybe with the 2nd sight.

Do you believe that real love can happen in a span of 4 days? I don’t, maybe with 40 days.

But a while ago, in just one sitting, a cup of coffee, and 3 slices of bread, I suddenly believe that this kind of love is possible with tears flowing down my eyes, as I read a strange yet one-of-a-kind story of love that happened in 1965, that was 4 years before my mom was born and published just before my 3rd birthday in 1992. Indeed, I’m fortunate to be able to read it today, 48 years later after that awesome love-at-first-sight affair happened in Winterset, Iowa.

Yes, I wrote it right; it was just a 4-day affair, but reading the entire book, the writer’s researches, her journals, and his photos, I should know and believe that Robert James Wallers’ whirlwind kind of love in this novel is possible.

(I’m still in tears writing this…love stories like this one can really make me cry or maybe the hopeful romantic in me hopes that my love story will be as awesome as what I just read, worth reading through the years.)  

He was a traveling photographer for National Geographic, and she was a farmer’s wife. He was tasked to take photos of the bridges at Madison Country, and while looking for the last bridge, he got lost; he stopped and asked for directions. Fortunately, the wife was alone at home, she was sitting at the porch when this man came and asked her. She gave him the directions, and even offered herself to bring him there. (Take a note of this scene, for this is same as mine.)

As I read it, I know they complement each other in a thousand ways that I couldn’t write, that was their love and no writer can really bring justice if ever he/she attempted to do that. They were poetic, artistic, and full of passion and love. He made her live who she really is; he brought out her identity and characters from a shell and her childhood dreams that she once felt dead already. She made him feel that he was not lost and that he found what he has been searching for all his life.

Here’s an awesome description of what they had as he said it, “I think we’re both inside of another being we have created called ‘us’. We’re not really inside of that being. We are that being. We have both lose ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us. We’re in love, as deeply, as profoundly, as it’s possible to be in love.”

May be you’ll be asking me, 4 days? Is that they call love, for real?

Well, he said these lines that even I will never forget, “In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.”

 They were certain that they have love in just 4 days. But as I understand it, they just had each other physically for 4 days, but they love each other until their deaths.

He asked him to run away with him, but she already has a family, a husband and 2 kids that she had responsibilities with, so she stayed. They never kept in touch after that 4 days, yet they remain to love each other until their last breaths, which made me conclude that no amount of distance, communication barriers, and physical absence can put an end to a love that made two hearts beat as one.

Let me share the lines they had in their dying hand-written letters; him for her and hers for her children…

He wrote:

To the universe, four days is no different than four billion light years. I try to keep that in mind. But, I am, after all, a man. And all the philosophical rationalizations I can conjure up do not keep me from wanting you every day, every moment, the merciless wail of time, of time I can never spend with you, deep within my head. I love you, profoundly and completely. And I always will. (1978)

She wrote:

In four days, he gave me a lifetime, a universe, and made the separate parts of me into a whole… I gave my family my life; I gave him what was left of me.  Though we never spoke again to one another, we remained bound together as tightly as it’s possible for two people to be bound. (1987)

If you’ll ask me, How come that was love? Or maybe you’ll say that’s adultery, pure lust, or whatever. My answer to you will be – I believe them that it was love. Her love for her husband and children prevailed than her love for herself and the man whom she fell in love with, that was a selfless kind of love; and as for him not destroying her family, her reputation and the lives of her children for the sake of his personal happiness, another selfless love.

Lovers need not to be together physically, what matter is that they keep the love in their hearts wherever they are.

 This love story is presented as a novelization of a true story, but it is in fact entirely fictional. However, I wanna share with you a real love story kind of similar with this, my love story.

There is one man who died and lives again and went up to His Father in heaven, but I can still feel His love surrounding me now. I may not be able to love Him just the same, but I know that He is love and that is the greatest love that I have – a selfless kind of love that didn’t exactly transpire in a bridge, but happened in Calvary where my Lover bridged Himself between heaven and earth.

Like the story above, my love story also begins when I found myself lost before and then I met Jesus; He just not answered me with directions, He also offered me Himself to be with me where I’m heading.  And there, I found what I had been looking for – one true love.

What happened with the lovers with the story? They were both cremated, and there ashes were scattered at Roseman Bridge, 7 years apart. He passed away in 1982; she died in 1989, still loving each other despite never seeing or hearing from each other after their 4 days of being together. His name was Robert Kincaid, and she was Francesca Johnson.

There’s also an award-winning movie for this novel showed in 1995; I haven’t watched it yet, but I know that the story is pretty good. I hope, like me, you feel and believe in what real love can do with this classic love story.


Move On!


“Why are you crying out to me? … Move on.” – God (Exodus 14:14)

God said those lines to Moses when the Israelites were panicking as the Egyptians cornered them at the Red Sea. As I was reading this, I asked myself, why was God asking the people why they are crying out to Him? Isn’t it natural for men to ask God on what’s happening to them, most especially in that trying time? But then, I realized that this part of our human nature seems unfair to God. We immediately blame others as the reasons of our miseries and sufferings, even God.

Nowadays, it’s so common to hear the most popular two-word advice, “Move On!” However, hearing it from God, I realized that when God said these words, He was like saying, “Why are you blaming me? Why don’t you just continue to go where you’re supposed to be heading?”

When panic arose and we felt like it’s our end, we tend to forget that we are heading to a much better place and that we have a goal to achieve, a race to finish, a purpose to fulfill. The Israelites forget that they are heading to the Promised Land, a land flowing with milk and honey. They even forget who they are – God’s chosen people.

When relationships fail, when our hearts are broken, or when we feel that it’s better to die than to live, we cry out to God asking Him why He allowed such things to happen, and we even blame Him. We forget how special we are in His eyes, we pity ourselves, and we forget that we still have a future ahead of us. We lose the will to live, we lose focus and lose track, and we forget that God is still with us even when we are in our lowest.

In trying and crying times, isn’t it much better if we hold on to our destinations, our purposes, our identities, our hopes, and to God?

Sometimes, the reason why we fall is because we lack some things to hold on to. When the storms of life came and knock us down, instead of using our fingers in pointing to others the blame, why not use it to grasp and hold on to the littlest things that gives hope? Instead of focusing our eyes to perceived what we see as worst, why not fix it on a more beautiful one? And, instead on dwelling in every frustrating situation, why not pursue a much better destination?

If you can read this, then pretty sure you can do it!

If you can read this, then pretty sure you can do it!

When moving on seems hard to do and the worlds’ “Move On!” advice are just merely words, remember that God was the first one who said it. God did not said it because He was running out of words to say or it was the most common advice, but God said it because He wants us to look forward to His promises and press on towards the goal in Christ Jesus (Philippians 3:14).

When we feel like there is no way for us, let us not forget that God parted a sea, just to provide a way for His people to move on.

God has made a way. He sent Jesus, the only way (John 14:6). We can move on with Jesus!

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While washing the dishes early morning…

Me:  “God, yung faith goals ko po good for the entire 2013. Hindi po good until 02-13 (February 2013). Super ka God, binuhos mo naman lahat ng isang bagsakan. (God, my faith goals are good for the entire 2013, not just until 02-13. You’re amazing God, You gave all at once.) I can’t contain it, but thank You so much! I love you.”

God: “I keep my promises, just keep your faith (Hebrews 11:11). Be still and know that I am God (Psalm 46:10). I am the God who can give all you want in just a snap of a finger because I am your father (Romans 8:17) and that’s how I love you.”

Me: “I know. I trust you.”

Then I started singing… “My God is an awesome God, He reigns with wisdom, power and love…” ♥



Awhile ago, as I had my morning devotion, I suddenly felt tears flowing down my eyes. I thought today is just another day of tears with Jesus until I found myself weeping already then I remembered what historians said about the apostle Peter, and the reason why he wept most of the time. Peter’s answer on why he weeps was “Desiderio Domini” which means “I dearly long to be with my Lord.” And, as I weep today with Jesus, I asked Him a lot of Whys?

I asked Him:  Why do You have to die?
He said:  Because my death will give you life. (John 3:16)

I asked Him: Why me?
He said: Because I love you. (Romans 5:8)

I asked Him, Why do You love me?
He said: Because that’s who I am. (1 John 4:8)

As I closed my Bible and wiped the tears that wets my face, I said to myself, “Desiderio Domini.” I moved on and started my day then I realized that today is the start of the so-called Love Month, and my Ultimate Lover (Jesus) just made me cry reminding me how much He loves me.

I’m not weeping anymore, but now I feel so LOVED!

Jesus, Why are you so sweet? ♥