Rest is good. But for many of us including myself, we want to avoid it as much as possible and as long as we can hold out. That is, until we are burned out. Or until we hear the voice of the Lord calling, inviting us to His presence where we can find rest and peace for our souls. For the strong who move about in the world “spinning yarn into gold” day and night, they may find rest in their plush hotel rooms as exhaustion catches up with them. What they have is physical rest which their bodies so badly need.

AT THE CENTER. My unfinished strawberry painting. I am dismayed that, after examining my heart, this project indeed bears my fingerprints and not the Lord Jesus'. It's a deep-in-the-heart thing I need not divulge :( .

AT THE CENTER. My unfinished strawberry painting. Although the name was inspired by one of my favorite praise songs,”Jesus at the Center”, I am dismayed that, after examining my heart, this project indeed bears my fingerprints and not the Lord Jesus’. It’s a deep-in-the-heart thing I need not divulge :( . Who or what is at the center of your life?

The owner of a large Japanese cosmetic ingredients manufacturer who is a supplier of our own company for the past two decades recently visited Manila. Before his trip here, he passed through China, his days dotted with business meetings. When Felix my husband met him, this ageing businessman looked so tired and haggard he was ready to drop. He recounted to Felix his many appointments before and after his visit to our country. He is so busy and always on-the-go that he got confused with which airlines he was flying in until Felix offered his assistance.

This man may squeeze in rest in-between his wildly busy schedule, but it will just be a physical rest, a few hours of sleep wherein his body ceases to do any activity. But at every waking moment, the mind zooms in automatically on the day’s agenda.

I believe that true rest is free of worries, fears, and anxieties. That the waking moments are sweet, to be relished and not to be dreaded.

True rest is finding a place where our bodies, minds, and hearts can settle in peace and comfort. I believe that it is in this kind of rest that our bodies produce and multiply healthy cells and we recover.

We know that, but often, we forget. I do.

Two weeks ago, about the time I was supposed to write for my weekly blogpost, I had already planned on a topic. But as I collected the thoughts in my mind, it felt like the cup wasn’t filling up. It remained empty. That was my cup. I was running on empty and the Lord wanted me to see that.

I cannot write about what I do not have. I cannot give away what myself is lacking and needing, because it isn’t even there.

Simply put, I cannot give what I haven’t received.

So, I decided to pass the week without a blogpost. I needed a writing holiday. It wasn’t about the writing per se, it was about being filled up so I have something to pour out.

I needed rest – my mind, my heart, and most of all, my body. I posted an unfinished strawberry painting project on IG and informed everyone that there wouldn’t be a new blogpost on that week.

It was very clear that the Lord was inviting me to rest. His rest. And I couldn’t deny anymore the fact that my weak and ailing body was crying out for it.

Rest is God’s gift to His children. Rest is His grace. Rest is His mercy. (For we could be so stubborn sometimes, ignoring the rhythms of our bodies and being cruel to them). To enter into His rest every now and then is an standing invitation. All we need to do is drop everything and enter in.

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. (Mat. 11:28-30)

These words of the Lord Jesus Christ show how compassionate He is toward us – the weary, the burnt out, the suffering, the stooped-down.

Why do we keep on spinning until we succumb to exhaustion, endlessly doing and performing and achieving and reaching and striving? No matter how much we deny it, we keep on doing because we want to leave a mark. We want our lives to matter. And I believe that is not a bad thing. But I also believe that our performances matter less to God than our deep desire to commune with Him and revel in His presence.

And maybe, we also unintentionally offend God when we work so hard to show to the world a stellar work, claiming it’s for God’s glory, but in reality, our marks and fingerprints are all over the place. We may not realize it but He knows our hearts more than we do. Our work should bear His marks and fingerprints. 

So, I entered into God’s rest and did my best to keep still and be not distracted by the world. It’s easier to do that when there is physical suffering involved. But entering into His rest also requires our humbling down and heartfelt confessing and repenting, if we know there are reasons to, like when we have made a god of our work or something. It is only when peace descends upon us that we can settle in His rest. And even if there is suffering, His unfailing love, His peace and comfort, will steady our hearts.

This is the reason why my heart grieves for those people who have not really known, received, and loved the Lord Jesus Christ and yet, still refuse Him in their sickbeds. I don’t understand. They want to be healed but they do not want to receive the Healer. They do not want to enter into His kind of holy rest. Is it maybe because they do not believe in the first place? Or they think they have been good they don’t need saving? Or they do not have enough divine fear? Or maybe mostly because they haven’t known and understood and didn’t hear enough? Seek enough?

But how can a fragile human being whose life is just a vapour which appears for a little time, and then vanishes away (see James 4:14) afford to refuse Him? How can a sick person find rest without the Lord Jesus’ presence, His love and peace? For all our hope is in the Lord Jesus Christ.

But this thing I learned: we shouldn’t give up in offering God’s rest – His salvation – over and over until we are heard and He is received. For in the Lord Jesus, there is rest from our labors, ailments, and sufferings.

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All Light {Lessons from the Mount Part 2}

There’s a beautiful passage in Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount that I return to every now and then. At times, I’d wrestled with it, willing it to be absorbed in my system and to know what it really means.

“The lamp of the body is the eye. If therefore your eye is good, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in you is darkness, how great is that darkness! (Mat. 6:22-23)

For a long time, as I battled against my illness, I had wondered if this passage could help me in a way. I had toyed with the idea that maybe, if my body was full of light, I couldn’t be sick and suffering still. A good thought. But how to make that happen, I really didn’t know where to begin. It’s only recently that I was able to grasp its meaning.

We only have two eyes, but we easily set our sights on a multitude of things. Whatever and wherever we set our eyes on, that determines the amount of light (or lack thereof) we let into our beings. The Bible tells us to look unto God our Savior:

Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth:
for I am God,
and there is none else. (Is. 45:22)

But often, we look into the world, too, and its temptations. Sometimes, we find it hard to tear our eyes away from them as our senses lap up their offerings. We look and our eyes land on material things and pleasures. What we are really doing is absorbing darkness into our beings. For if we don’t exercise discernment, wise judgment, and self-control, the things we focus our eyes on can morph into covetousness, idolatry, envy, comparison, competition, discontent, self-pity, and all the rest. These things will snuff out our light and make us grope in darkness.

We also look at other people and may use our eyes to judge, condemn, and criticize in our hearts, instead of doing something positive, like extending mercy, showing love, and praying for the salvation of those who err. Do sinners stir our hatred, judgment and condemnation, or mercy? When we look at them, do we look at the persons needing mercy and salvation or their sins, and judge them thus? The Lord Jesus Christ warns: “Judge not, that ye be not judged” (Mat. 7:1). We have been taught to hate the sin and love the sinner. The absence of love brings up two situations: the absence of light and the presence of darkness.

Our eyes are the gateways into which light (or darkness) enters our bodies and souls. Whatever we’re looking into, that will either energize the light to be brighter still, or dim it until it dies. But we can look unto others, whose lights shine even in darkness, and make them our encouragements and inspirations to be lights in the world in our own ways, too. Focus not on those who can make us stumble.

Most importantly, let our bodies be bathed with the bright, shining light of the Savior and let it be reflected in our lives as we set our eyes on Him. Let love be the proof of our faith.

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. (Heb. 12:1-2, emphasis added)

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Loving the Hard-to-Love {Lessons from the Mount Part 1}

I love that the Lord Jesus Christ has given us the perfect law of liberty. Unlike the Old Testament which teaches “eye for an eye”, Jesus’ teachings are anchored on love. That said, they are in no way easy to learn or do, either. In fact, His teachings are astoundingly difficult to follow. That is, without the power of the Holy Spirit in us. This is the way to victory that the Lord has paved for us: the law of love together with the Holy Spirit. And yet, there will still be struggles.

The Lord says to love our enemies, bless those who curse us, do good to those who hate us, and pray for those who spitefully use us and persecute us (Mat. 5:44). I presume a Christ-follower should not have enemies, that is, enemies of his or her own doing. But whether we like it or not, the world makes us its enemies. The righteous will be persecuted. When we walk in direct contrast with the world, the world becomes our enemy. It wouldn’t want to receive our reproof.

Imagine loving someone whom you had shown compassion to then turned back and hurt you with her words, lifted up her heart against you, and scorned your good intentions. Imagine loving someone (that means love in every sense of the word) who wounded you and made you cry. If you’ve ever been in that place, you know how impossibly hard this thing the Lord asks of us. I’ve been in that place. And while the wound was still raw and the tears had not yet dried, this commandment pressed hard on me.

Remember Ecclesiastes 12:18? It says, “Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.” I fear God so I needed to obey His commandments. Before I can even attempt to love my “enemy”, there was a need to forgive. Forgive even without an apology or an admission of fault from the other person. That, in itself, was hard. But these are things we are commanded to do.

So, many times a day, I prayed for that person who hurt me deeply. I prayed that the Lord would bless her (ouch!) and be merciful to her and that she would be truly happy. The more my heart resisted (for it was the natural order of things – ugh!), the more I prayed and the more tears poured. Tears, not for the other person, but for me, that the Lord would be merciful to me, accept my prayers, and change my heart. For while I prayed to forgive and bless over and over, my heart wasn’t following suit. Anyone who had experienced that?

But I pressed on until one day, the Lord fixed everything. I realized then that we need only to obey and the Lord will do the rest. He changed my heart and the other person’s heart until peace and mutual love were restored.

In the Old Testament, the law tells us to love our neighbor and hate our enemy (Mat. 5:43). But Jesus changed all that. If we choose to hate our enemy, we will be imprisoned by this strong negative emotion and we won’t know true peace and joy. Thank God for Jesus!

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When What You Really Want for Christmas is Christ

Saturday, our household was in a flurry as everyone looked for the missing hurricane glasses (see picture below). The maids said they had emptied out the whole cabinet where the Christmas decors were kept. No hurricane glasses. Toward the afternoon, I was beginning to resign myself that they were gone forever. Hannah and I toyed on a theory: Maybe the past maids broke them while we were away on New Year’s Day and dumped them in the garbage. Ugh! It hurt just to think about it. I liked those hurricane glasses from DaySpring and I had used them only once.

Tim left for the mall with his Dad. I settled to take a nap and before sleep set in, I thought on these.

The first week of December is gone and yet, we’re not done decorating. A few wreaths have not yet been hung; candles are not put in their places; poinsettia plants have not been bought. And the hurricane glasses cannot be found. The top of the piano will be bare this year. Well, come to think of it — it doesn’t really matter. The decorating can be left half-finished and who cares? Well, we do care because we look at our neighbors and how they have completed their decors inside and out and last month yet! But wait, if I don’t consider other people’s actions, I wouldn’t really care if our decors are not perfect. Why do I keep doing things which are an effect of what other people do? And why do we get ourselves so stressed up during this season? Not to mention the menu planning for Christmas Eve dinner (noche buena for the Philippines), the shopping, gift-wrapping, kids’  Christmas parties in school, etc.

I feel weary just by thinking about it. But this time, I will not force myself to get up and finish all the decorating (for the new maids don’t know where to put what). This time, I will not focus myself on perfecting decorations, I want to think about only One. I want to pursue Him as I’ve done the whole year. Christmas is supposed to be a time to celebrate Jesus and what He means to us, but it has become so commercialized, so stylized that its wonder and solemnity have been diluted to something material.

Can I just meditate on Him and His goodness as I lie here resting in His love? Can I just have Christmas that is full of the glory of the Savior and not the glittering lights plugged to electricity? One friend wrote on FB, after putting up their Christmas tree and completing the decorations in early-November: “It’s good to be done early so you can enjoy it longer.” I believe that’s the general sentiment of the whole Christendom. But is it the WHAT that we should be enjoying? Is it not the WHO? The King in the manger and not our spruced-up surroundings?

At last, I drifted off to a much-needed nap.

When I woke up half an hour later, I saw Hannah walking to and fro in the garden. I waved at her and she looked at me funny. “I will tell her she looked like a ghost walking there”, I thought to myself. But when she opened the door of my room, she leaned on the wall and sobbed and sobbed. She had in her hand a towel she balled and wiped her tears with it which were falling copiously.

In-between sobs, she told me what happened. She slipped while holding the vaio; it fell to the floor and the screen was shattered beyond repair. She was so scared of her Dad learning about it. She had been waiting for me to wake up so she could tell me first. (She knows that I always serve as “cushion” to the impact of her Dad’s ire when she’s done something wrong). She explained that she was making personalized Christmas tags and designing decors to surprise me with and to try to comfort me with the loss of the hurricane glasses.

She was a picture of complete repentance. Mercy flooded my heart and I gathered her in my arms. I rocked her back and forth, whispering gently, “Shhh. You didn’t intend to do it. I will talk to your Dad about it, don’t you worry. When I’m done, I will call for you and you will hug him and say you’re sorry, okay?”

She felt so relieved and said, “Thank you, Mom.”

Mercy. This is what I have received from the Savior. I knew then how I am (we all are) indebted to the Lord Jesus Christ. My forgiveness, my salvation, my life, my reformation, my hope of eternity – I owe it all to Him. This is what He’s done. This is what I want to remember. This season of Christmas.

Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. 11 For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. 12 And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” (Luke 2:10-12)

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My Comfort and Hope

Meditating on Psalm 119: 33-56.

36 Incline my heart unto thy testimonies, and not to covetousness.
37 Turn away mine eyes from beholding vanity; and quicken thou me in thy way.
41 Let thy mercies come also unto me, O Lord, even thy salvation, according to thy word. (Ps. 119:36-37, 41)

As we read and discuss these verses in Psalm 119, I would like to remember and share with you the days approaching my salvation. Those were days of enormous difficulties accompanied by fears and trembling and great confusion. “Birth pains” I call them now. I was to be born again of the Spirit and “labor pains” surrounded my delivery. But I didn’t know that then.

As I had written a few times before, one moment my life was at the peak of career and business success, the next moment, I was stripped off of all strength – physical, mental, emotional. During the years of my worldly success, I had beheld vanity and lived in covetousness, whether consciously or unconsciously. But all that ended in my sick bed, when, a day after my 36th birthday, my family and office staff surrounded me and looked at my state helplessly.

It was at this time that I was already seeking God’s salvation desperately. In the midst of my utter weakness, something powerful was telling me to seek the Lord Jesus Christ for He was my only hope. Let thy mercies come also unto me, O Lord, even thy salvation, according to thy word (v. 41). I told everybody that I was looking for a Christian Church where I could go and serve the Lord. I needed His forgiveness so much.

When everybody went out of the room, one of my senior employees stayed behind and asked if I wanted to be prayed over by their Church’s prayer warriors. They are from the Jesus Miracle Crusade International Ministry. This was the answer to my cries to God. And thus, I received my salvation. The complete forgiveness of my sins healed my soul, mind, and heart. Later on, my body received gradual healing, too.

And I will walk at liberty,
For I seek Your precepts.
46 I will speak of Your testimonies also before kings,
And will not be ashamed. (vv. 45-46)

With my salvation came my liberty. And I have walked therein to this day. I live to give glory to my Savior. I testify of His unfailing love, goodness, and miracles to anyone who will listen.

But with the difficulties that accompany my incomplete physical healing and the daily challenges and struggles of walking in faith and holiness, I wrestle in my prayers to God just like the psalmist who clings to the Lord in all his afflictions. So, I too, cling to His Word. To His promises that He will not let me be tempted and tested beyond what I can endure, but that He will always deliver me.

49 Remember the word to Your servant,
Upon which You have caused me to hope.
50 This is my comfort in my affliction,
For Your word has given me life. (vv. 49-50)

The Lord Jesus Christ is, and always will be, my hope. He is my comfort in my affliction.

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God’s Covenant of Mercy

Meditating on Psalm 89.

 I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever;
With my mouth will I make known Your faithfulness to all generations.
For I have said, “Mercy shall be built up forever;
Your faithfulness You shall establish in the very heavens.” (Psalm 89:1-2)

Psalm 89 speaks of God’s covenant to David and then proceeds to declare His sovereignty, mighty power, majesty, wondrous deeds, mercy, truth, and faithfulness. God promised to David, “My faithfulness and My mercy shall be with him…(v. 24). My mercy I will keep for him forever, and My covenant shall stand firm with him (v. 28).”

Reading these words reminds me of the hard days when I was bound in bed, sick and suffering. Just going through the day was tough; there was no relief, every moment breathed an anguished sigh and a hope and a prayer, much like Job had experienced. And in the midst of those days, I read Is. 54. What great promises! I held on to them like my bright shining hope, but at the same time, I doubted and hungered, sorrowed and agonized – how I wanted to receive those promises!

With a little wrath I hid My face from you for a moment;
But with everlasting kindness I will have mercy on you,”
Says the Lord, your Redeemer.

For the mountains shall depart
And the hills be removed,
But My kindness shall not depart from you,
Nor shall My covenant of peace be removed,”
Says the Lord, who has mercy on you. (Is. 54:8, 10, emphasis added)

Now I read Psalm 89 and see that it is similar to God’s covenant of mercy and peace to Israel in Isaiah 54, and I know, that while I held on to His promise of an everlasting kindness to His people, that promise was for me, too! I am not of the seed of David to whom He promised that his seed will He make to endure forever (v. 29), but through David’s seed, the Lord Jesus Christ, I received the Spirit of adoption whereby I cry, “Abba, Father” (Rom. 8:15). God’s covenant to David has trickled down to me, because of his Seed who endures and lives forever – my Savior and Redeemer, the Lord Jesus Christ!

He shall cry to Me, ‘You are my Father,
My God, and the rock of my salvation.’ (v. 26)

I have received God’s covenant of His everlasting mercy, for all His promises in the Lord Jesus “are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us” (2 Cor. 1:20).

Psalm 89 and Isaiah 54 are both beautiful, exalting the majesty of God and bringing bright shining hope and abounding peace and encouragement. These promises are for us and we receive them through our Lord Jesus Christ. Blessed be the Lord forevermore! Amen and Amen (v. 52).

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Moments of Healing

After much consideration, I finally decided to share with you our family’s afternoon out two Saturdays ago. But who would be interested to know about our afternoon outing when most families go out on weekends and do more exciting things? But ours, I believe, is quite unique – another testimony of God’s astounding mercy and undying faithfulness. Yes, we went out to eat, the four of us, after almost 4 years or so of not being able to do so. For most, this is just a very ordinary thing to do – it happens everywhere, everyday. But for someone who has been raised up from the sick bed that was just about to turn into a death bed, this thing was a miracle.

Inasmuch as this blog is about healing in all aspects of our being, I will share with you our story.

Two Saturdays ago, I desired to go out with the family and eat in a simple restaurant just near our place. I wanted to step out in faith once again after recovering for years after I gave birth to my son. I wanted to mark the act and celebrate all God’s goodness. (Could there be “bigger” a word than “goodness” that could contain ALL of God’s goodness? For really, these words, they are just not enough to declare how merciful our God is!). So, we went to this restaurant and the kids couldn’t contain their joy. Their mommy was going out with them, finally! For years, they went out without me – attended birthday parties, school events, Church services (I watch our Church’s services via live webcast from home), gone to outings, etc. – but now, their Mom who used to be so sick and weak and dying was with them and joining in the rejoicing.

New Year’s Day of 2010, while I was still recovering from past illness and childbirth, my breathing felt like it was coming from a deep pit inside of me that I had to muster strength just to complete one breath, and still, it wasn’t enough. Thus, began another walk through the shadow of the valley of death. What did it feel like to walk through the valley of the shadow of death? It felt like the next breath may not be yours anymore. It felt dark, scary, uncertain, and steeped with suffering. Suffering that is all over you. It is there in your sleeping and waking.

The valley of the shadow of death is sitting in bed at a late hour and your soul shouts to God to grant the body rest and let the glorious light of heaven envelope you and everything will be alright, but when you see your kids sleeping innocently, your lips utter a different cry, a cry to be shown His great mercy, a cry to be raised up from all the sickness and dying. A cry to be able to nurture these young, innocent children your body had birthed.

I am amazed at the mercy and power of God to heal and raise up a sick person like me. I never doubt His unequalled power to save, to heal, to work wonders and mighty deeds, but to be shown His great mercy? My pleadings be heard and honored? This is what it means to be BLESSED! Blessed beyond measure. For how could one measure His love and mercy? They are deeper than the ocean, higher than the heavens, wider than the Milky Way, bigger than the universe He created.

Are these just ramblings, some song lyrics that I have put together? NOT.AT.ALLl! For I know how it felt like to die, but I have also known how to be raised up by the powerful hands of God!

 Indeed we count them BLESSED who endure. You have heard of the perseverance of Job and seen the end intended by the Lord—that the Lord is very compassionate and merciful(James 5:11, emphasis added)

I am His witness. Yes, He saves! Yes, He heals! Yes, He delivers! Yes, He protects!

For all the promises of God in [Jesus] are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us. (2 Cor. 1:20)

Jesus our Lord came to bring salvation, peace, and healing. All of heaven rejoiced at His birth, for it was God’s manifestation of His love. It pleased Him to fulfil His promise. It pleased Him to do us good, bringing us these good tidings of great joy, peace, and goodwill  which were to all people (Luke 2).

Shall we close our eyes and remember that day when God visited His people, when multitudes of angels singing accompanied the greatest and most important birth story. Yes, God loves us. I pray this will not be obliterated by numbness, by overstimulation by worldly things.

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May God be merciful and bless us.
May his face smile with favor on us. (Psalm 67:1 NLT)

Today I want to talk about mercy. If there is only one word that I remember God for, it is mercy. I adhere mercy to Him. He Himself is mercy.

There is not a day that I don’t think about His mercy. Every triumph, simple or glorious – I thank Him for His mercy. And every struggle, I hope for His mercy. Most people would rather remember Him for His grace. It was written somewhere: All is grace. And indeed it’s true. For haven’t we been saved by grace? But I’m more likely to use mercy. For considering my fragile health, I live by His mercy every single day.

Divine mercy encompasses God’s love and grace. Because of His great mercy upon His fallen creation, He extended His abundant grace toward them, making a way to save them from their sins. This is how He shows and proves His amazing love to them. It is by his great mercy that we have been born again (1 Pet. 1:3 NLT).

Between my dark and sinful past and my life in Christ now is an ocean of God’s mercy. Its width can never be measured and its depth can never be fathomed; the old and the new never meeting, like the immeasurable space between heaven and hell. That’s how He has saved me.

His mercy flows continually. Going in and out of great suffering, I have come to know the depths of His mercy and how it endures. In the eye of the storm, one’s soul wouldn’t cry any other but, “Have mercy, O God! Please be merciful unto me!” Yes, one would knock hard upon God’s mercy. He is mercy.

And He raised me up from the bed of languishing so I may praise Him. I praise Him, never forgetting His past mercies. This is how I remain humbled and surrendered to Him, with heart overflowing with gratitude. And herein is His grace.

Let the peoples praise You, O God;
Let all the peoples praise You.
Oh, let the nations be glad and sing for joy! 
(Psalm 67:3-4)

I share with you this testimony of a sister in Christ that I wrote in Minister of Mercy: Touched His Garment. I pray you’ll be blessed!

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