Searching

There was a point in my life when I lost everything I had: work, friends, family and myself. I prayed earnestly to God, “Lord, where are you?” Even though I am going to church every Sunday and read the Bible, I wanted to see God and feel His presence. Yes, I still remember that prayer. Even in the church that I was according to my parents' wishes, I could not find Him and there were questions, doubt on what they are teaching. I always have been a follower of authorities that I do not question them, but because of this urge of searching the true teaching, I stood my ground, strengthen myself and asked our pastor a question: “Should I pray to the Holy Spirit?” He glared at me and said yes without mentioning any verse in the Bible. I just smiled and left, feeling disappointed.

After months living on my own, I went out, preached with no direction in mind; I just kind of lose myself, and let the Holy Spirit guide me. Spending my days walking, talking and even discussing with employees of a relics store; I even went to a shop and bought every Bible I could find and gave them to anyone I meet that I ran out of money. Still, I found myself in our house in Tagaytay and thank God for it. I learned to pray; I learned to humble myself; I learned to read the Bible; I learned God speaking in my heart as I lived each day alone. “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times,” as they say.

Finally, I am home with my parents, and working still on my own; learning the knowledge of God each day, and still broke (haha). Yet, I am content inside me and found the true learning that we need God and His children, His words the Bread of Life.

There Is Someone

There Is Someone

Every time I get out of my bed
I open up my eyes to see the light,
flashes through my eyes,
and the things I left behind. Oh oh...

There is someone
Thinking of me
Who will always love me
Who'd really care

There is someone
Thinking of you
I will always love you
Who'd really care

There is someone