Monday, September 17, 2007
It was a couple of years when a blog was written as a testimony to God's manifold grace in the life of Jeanie Derillo.
That was then
A whole lot of other things happened in between. There were a lot of new friends. There were numerous 'productions'. A lot of growing up. There were times when relationships were put to the test and there were more than enough disappointments than one could ever shake a stick at.
But through it all we can both testify that God has been faithful. In times of plenty and scarcity. When we have shown grace or our lack of graciousness. In spite of how we feel or how the world has constantly treated us. We could always look back and smile at how God has seen us through.
It has been years now since that blog entry poured earnest emotions and thanksgiving. And we've hit rock bottom a lot more times that we did during the precedent time before the blog was written.
But still there is more than enough reason to celebrate God's goodness.
There is Ten, Ley and Jen.
There are great plans with Freddie, Epoy and Cris.
There is the smiling faces of Cindy, AC and Beybi.
There are the the sweet dogs who've always wagged their tails upon your entrance to your room.
There are people praying for us.
There's this burning desire for personal growth in the form of education.
And ultimately, there's God who is the author and finisher of our faith. In Whom we can still claim Romans 8:28 as a reality.
note the mysterious blog post is on the link below
Sunday, September 09, 2007
All because of the rain.
This sudden downpour that got us wet and trapped in a sea of stranded people in a church hall in Project 3. I was with Jeanie and time is of the essence and there's a possibility that she might not be able to catch the last train to Sta. Mesa, and getting left out by the train in a rainy night is no walk in the clouds. So I decided to cut through the crowd, with a broken, wet umbrella and a backpack carrying a Mac Ibook. With my voice in a high tone crying: "excuse me" to deaf ears who made it difficult for us to cross. Accidentally I struck someone with my elbow, whom Jeanie told me cursed me for doing so, while I responded with irritation upon hearing of it and eventually gave a dumbass remark about Roman Catholics.
Eventually we got through and Jeanie was able to ride the train and I lasted long enough to pass through hard rain and flood. Feeling like such a jackass for doing it and for being irritated, basically because I am at the moment very tempted to point out that we’re after caught by surprise by the rain and we all have nowhere to go and that we’re all in a hurry and the walkway is supposed to be a public passage and being caught inconvenienced by the rain is no excuse to be an obstacle to someone’s path. Oh well, up until now I’m still pissed of at the situation.
This wasn't such a good day: I’m broke; I caught ire of overzealous security guards twice today.
Thankfully, tomorrow's another day.