From Where Does My Help Come?

When troubles take its toll, I couldn’t help but look to the Person whom I know I could fully depend on. Who else could it be, but the Lord Almighty?

My prayer for you today is that you’d find yourself secure in God and not be gripped by fear. May you find yourself enjoying His presence, fully assured of His steadfast love.

“I lift up my eyes to the hills.

From where does my help come?

My help comes from the Lord,

who made heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot be moved;

he who keeps you will not slumber.

Behold, he who keeps Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is your keeper;

the Lord is your shade on your right hand.

The sun shall not strike you by day,

nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all evil;

he will keep your life.

The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in

from this time forth and forevermore.”

– Psalm 121 (ESV)

Have a blessed day ahead!

“Missing someone on Valentine’s day” (ca. 2008)

I’m sincerely thankful for my family.  That includes Tatay, of course.  Despite the fact that my time with him was so limited, I praise the Lord that I have a father like him.

So as a way of remembering his supposed 66th birthday (February 13), I suddenly thought of re-visiting my old blog and immediately decided to post this brief article I wrote exactly four years ago.  It was originally titled, “Missing someone on Valentine’s day”. It’s not a masterful piece of art, but I assure you that this totally came from the heart.

Again, happy birthday, Tatay! We love you, and we miss you so much.

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“Tomorrow, the 13th of February, is my father’s birthday.  A lot of people know that I no longer have a dad ever since I was three.

I miss him, I must admit.

Many times I’d wish I was able to spend more time with him.  I wish I was able to learn chess, probably be adept at doing repairs (since like me, my father’s ever been interested with techy stuff), then learned swimming at a younger age.. I wish I had a father who’d cheer and applaud me during the competitions and the activities I got involved in.  I wish I was able to experience being carried by his strong arms during those times I tripped, fell from the bicycle, and got wounded.  I wish I had someone who’d give me a pat whenever I was upset and feeling such a loser.  Whew, a lot of wishes indeed.  If I’d go on and on, perhaps you’d end up in slumber.

I miss my dad. Yes. But despite the hurt and the seemingly insatiable longing , God has been faithful.  And I’m sure He will always be.

God showed me that He is my everlasting Father.  He is my Protector, my Mentor, my Healer… and He is the only Person (yes, that’s right) who can suffice [my deepest need].  He can fill anyone’s emptiness.  He can fill that void to overflowing.

Now, I know I had to go through the pains and the breaking just so God can teach me that I don’t have to rely on anyone else but Him.  He broke me to teach me that He alone can make me whole.  At times (or worse, many times).. we get to the point that we feel we have nothing and have no one to run to… [this is] just so we realize and learn to make God our everything.

I am convinced that this is just a portion of the refining process. Out of this, I’ll become better.  By God’s grace, I’ll hold on and endure.”