I have a BIG GOD.

I love this quote," LIFE IS NOT ABOUT THE BREATHS YOU HAVE, BUT THE NUMBER OF MOMENTS THAT TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY. "

TODAY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY. call it cliche when people greet you "Have a nice day!"
sure it is!, there is no ugly day, or bad day you may say. Everyday is beautiful, because God has waken you up to take another step to the walk of life.

saying it's ugly comes from your own thinking only, especially if you are disturbed with all the problems, well my friend, WELCOME TO LIFE!

It is not just about existing. It's making it worthwhile. Living for Jesus. Shouting that you are a Christian and that you are worth every nail.

Isn't it wrong to be thankful when you're going through all the trials in life? It's just the perfect way to
experience Him more and know that He will never ever leave you! Isn't that a great realization, to have Him with you forever? In the song "You are Mine," the refrain goes like this:

" Do not be afraid I am with you, I have called you each by name. Come and follow Me, I will bring you home. I love you, and you are Mine."

Sometimes though, when you're high and up, you tend to forget Him. When you're blinded by the wonderful things Life offered, you become forgetful. It's not like that, when you form a relationship with God, it must be strong, and ever faithful. You must thank Him all the time, for everything! Be it a good thing, or a problem. After all, problems are blessings too.

Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day. These are the moments that take your breath away, the times of your Life that seemed to high or too Low. Times when you just go on because you know you have a big GOD.

holding on. . .

i am full of love. i know that, it fills me completely with hopes and dreams. with great understanding. with the will to sacrifice and accept pain. with the knowledge of the good and bad. they say, if you want to love a rose, you must have the courage to include the thorns.

and i can feel the thorns scarring me soon..
well it does prepare me to face the separation..
but i love the rose, and will accept it..

after the kiss he might give me before he leaves, it will all be up to him.. i will just wait. .

he may find a girl who can be exactly like me, and divert his attentions to her. ..
but i promise myself to understand him.

he will be very far away, and things can cross his way that will give us both heartaches..
but then, i love him. and i couldn't ask for more.. i just hope he would stay true to me..

as time goes by, we will be used to our temporary alone time.. he has the other part of my heart, wherever he goes.. so when we meet again, we'd be putting it together.. and someday soon will live as one.

i have no regrets of making a choice to fall for him completely. i think of him as my life too.

but i couldn't blame myself to ask him why.. is it necessary for him to leave.. or does he really want to be separated from me, from his family, his friends, his home? is it right to choose to sacrifice alone, than sacrifice together, and keep fighting for our love? well, I DON'T KNOW.
i just respect his choice, cause that's just the way it is.. i just need to keep holding on.. and see how the story goes. . .

i have a tale to tell. . .

I was 12 when i first saw him. a boy who was described

as boastful by his friends. i can still remember, he was

my group mate one Filipino class, he called my name,

"iris," and he gestured me to write the answer on the

board. having this shy nature, i just smiled at him,so

he went to board and wrote my answer. Also, one health

class, when i couldn't give a text from the Bible about

one's health, he stood up and helped. My friends who

knew i like him said he was my savior. It was one friday

afternoon when we started texting each other. I was at

the mall with my mom and sister when he asked who i

like. I said i like a 4th year student named "Sho,".

When i asked him who was his, he then replied IRIS. i

asked the last name, and he said ROBEVES. That was the

first time i felt and defined KILIG. and then the next

day, it was sabbath, it was raining and i was in my

room, texting. I asked him something, and he replied "it

developed when i knew u once liked me too." well okay. i

told him i used to like him, well in fact i do super

duper like him when we were txting the day before. And

so, you may say, M.U., or a puppy, incy wincy mutual

understanding. I think it was 3rd grading when i couldnt

put my cellphone down because i was txting with him. My

parents never knew about him. I dont know what happened

when suddenly he stopped txting me. 2 years passed and

we've grown. Well, he has grown. In those years, he was

in love with a great girl i will always admire. In those

years, i was into many boys. My friends said i was

collecting and selecting.


I was 15 when i met this man.

yeah, i think i can call him a man. He had matured a lot

from the first time i saw him. His voice grew deeper,

and he was really really tall. I couldnt explain the

complicated things that happened before ive come to

realize i was in love with him again. In December 2009,

i showed him my heart. At first, i was scared to open

up, but then he embraced me with his love. That boy who

plays well in all sports, basketball and volleyball MVP,

a member of the Young Voices who will sing til Christ

comes, someone who has the passion for Music, who is

smart and good looking, sweet and intimate, someone who

has guts to show up on my 16th birthday, the only one ive

introduced to my parents, someone who i am proud to

have, the one who changed me to a better girl, or lady

you may say, one who made me closer to God,

the love of my life, the one who said he can't be

a complete man without me.

Well, sure this is a love story but the rest is still unwritten. . .