I was trying to find an old email in my inbox early this morning when I came across this exchange between my parents and myself around this time last year. I love looking back at neat little slices of the past. This is when I was still in between jobs.
Hello, My Old Heart
Hello my old heart How have you been Are you still there inside my chest? I’ve been so worried You’ve been so still Barely beating at all Oh, don’t leave me here alone Don’t tell me that we’ve grown For having loved a little while Oh, I don’t want to
Hasula
Messed around with my guitar and GarageBand this morning while waiting for my laundry to finish. This song is so funny and sweet; it totally conjures up memories of high school and college in Cebu. Hasula by Kurt Fick May’pa sa akong mga damgo, Aduna pa’y ikaw ug ako Ohh
Redeemed
I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately, and last night my subconscious used it in the background of a strangely comforting dream. I was in the middle of a grand, softly lit, empty ballroom. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a long, white lace gown.
Your Grace Is Sufficient
These past 2 weeks have been…challenging, to put it mildly. But Pastor Jim’s sermon on Hope yesterday really put things in perspective for me. I often catch myself putting my hope in other things: my job, my church, my relationships. And these aren’t bad things, but more and more I’ve
