The clock struck midnight and I waited for change. It was Y2K all over again. Nothing happened. At home, in bed, tired from so many things, I don’t know why I thought there would be something different just because a new year rolled in. But I did hope for…something. A melting away of the past. […]
A Single Christmas Poem
It’s Christmas week And all through the house A single girl is rejoicing Though she doesn’t have a spouse She knows in her heart She’s never alone She has friends, she has family She has Christ on the throne She’s redeemed, she has grace Her heart is protected By the King of kings She has […]
Crazy Enough
How have you been intentional and purposeful this holiday season? Maybe you sat down and counted your blessings for Thanksgiving. Or perhaps you’re cutting back on your Christmas decorations in order to focus on the things that matter. Are you writing a life mission for the new year? How about being intentional and purposeful in being […]
Purposeful Planning
How crazy are things going for you right now? Christmas is next week! Do you still have a lot to do? Or did you check off your to-do list and only have to sit back and relax? I’m not a planner. I can do it and in many ways, planning makes my life easier. But […]
Intentional Tradition
The older I get, the more I appreciate tradition. There’s something very grounding about it. Tradition reminds me of who I am and that I’m part of a people. However, I also know that some traditions need to stop. If a tradition hurts or hates or alienates, then it needs to stop. Then, there are traditions that just […]
This Crazy Business
Californians are freaking out right now. There’s something falling from the skies and it just won’t stop. It makes our valley cold, and people are wearing something called a “jacket” and using something called an “umbrella.” What gives? Coming from the Philippines where storms mean rolling blackouts and waist-high floods, a little rain isn’t too […]
Christmas from the Philippines to California
The streets were dark and so were most of the houses. There were no street lamps to guide the way for the rag-tag group of carolers. There were no strings of twinkling lights to beacon us to the more welcoming houses. So onward we went, house to house, ringing one doorbell after another. I stood […]
