Like God And Like My Mother

" ¹ Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children ² and walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God." - Ephesians 5:1-2 (NIV)

 

 

I remember my mother as I prepare meals for my family now.

“I don’t know how to cook and I wish grandma taught me because she cooked well,” I often tell my son whenever he likes something I have cooked. Opening cook books and with the availability of many cooking blogs nowadays, I try to recreate and somehow, manage to copy a particular meal.

Taking a pause from sewing a masterpiece for a particular client, the dressmaker’s (my mother) breaks consisted of scouring through her pots and knives, after going to the market with her bamboo woven basket she filled with what she would make for that day for us. Day. After. Day. She chose this huge “kawa” (big wok), I would say her favorite among her pots. I knew when she selected that, she would be concocting a huge dish, not just for us, her children, but some to be given away to relatives, neighbors, and some friends, far or near our house. That was how she was. She labored in front of a hot fire under that “kawa” as she started sauteing, then adding ingredients one after another until the good aroma arose from that huge wok and got carried all over by the wind. She never demanded for me to help her. She would just ask for me to cut some vegetables or prepped other things when she needed an extra hand.

“Do and finish your homework,” she would often say. Innocently, I never knew at that moment how much I was missing when reading or solving math problems than assisting her in the “kitchen” or standing, ogling at her “kawa” being used in the backyard because it needed an open space. Those were the days when she would tell me to add a handful of potatoes or other vegetables, or a pinch of salt or sugar or pepper. There were no exact measurements. But her cooked meals were always great and people would often ask her how she made them.

kawa

 

I left the country and finished school. Until one day, I had a rendezvous with my parents and remembered to ask my mother about a particular recipe she used to make and I missed.

“Just grate the papaya. Add a little bit of vinegar and sugar. Then, put some raisins and carrots. Taste it. If it’s still sour, add a little bit more sugar…”

“Mom! It seems hard with no measurement.”

She laughed. I couldn’t oppose her infectious laughter as she was the expert in home- tested and many good recipes.

My mother has been gone for almost 22 years now. As I prepare daily meals, I taste her hardship of preparing what to make for my family as she did for us. It isn’t easy. Especially now that the prices of commodities are a lot higher, I try to make nutritious but budget conscious meals. In between my chopping I try to master now and re purposing leftovers, I now know that my mother’s talents of sewing beautiful dresses and her great cooking which she often shared to welcome guests, loved ones and friends, and to bless sick ones who couldn’t get up to make a meal was her God given ministry. She always created and cooked things with love. She was the aroma that people missed when she passed away.

“This is good, mom,” my son uttered as he tasted the kung pao tofu I made.

I know I don’t have that talent before. But God has shown me that there is nothing impossible when we ask and when He grants anyone to have a particular talent and becomes a ministry, then, nothing is ever too late to learn and bless others in return.

I want to imitate my mother… And I want to imitate God...

 

“Don’t pray that God would teach you how to love like He loves; pray that He would fill you with Himself and that He would love in and through you. Don’t pray that He would teach you to have joy; pray that the living God full of joy would enter into you. Don’t pray that He would teach you how to be peaceful; ask for the God of peace, the Prince of peace to infill you. Because if you try to imitate in your own strength, you will be a miserable replica. But if you allow the impartation of Jesus Christ to overtake you, suddenly it all works because it is Him imitating Himself, and He is very good at being God.” 

― Eric Ludy 

The Shield

 

“The Lord doesn’t take us to another or new place if we’re not ready…”

Those words were spoken clearly in a soft hush to my mind and heart as the more tolerable heat from my morning coffee touched my mouth. I haven’t blogged in a very long time. The season of drought came to my life for the past months and years. No! I didn’t stray away from my Savior!

The ever bold, daring manifestations of all kinds of evil swept over all the nations. It destroyed livelihoods, death stole many lives not prepared to depart from this world, and the broom of lies kept sweeping all truths under the rug of darkness. History was being changed to conform to what would fit to the evildoers’ narratives, as idols of many kinds were formed and created while the One, true God was being deleted.

My energy was sapped as my family and I also transitioned to a life of being done with school and retirement from work. We wanted to downsize but all of a sudden had confusion where to go. What to do. Constant darts of misunderstanding, worries of differing degrees, anxieties and issues that threatened our stable union were thrown daily to weaken the strong bond we shared as a family.

I learned so much though since that day I died and surrendered to Christ. He gave me life. In my spiritual battles, He taught me His weapons one by one over the span of years. He made me feel His protection that surrounded me wherever I was. He never failed supplementing for our needs even during hopeless cases that He proved time in time again that He would always be the Greatest Provider of all things. I knew that I wouldn’t need anything else because He was my All in all.

Despite the hurt we all experienced and arguments we never had before, we knew by the end of the day that we couldn’t and shouldn’t give up in folding our hands and letting out our petitions in unison to reach the ever, always merciful throne of God. Healing and restoration always came through flood of tears that often washed away the pain in our broken and battered hearts. His love was always the healing balm that soothed our wounded hearts. He always came to lift up and lighten up the unseen weight on our shoulders. He wiped away every drop of tears that hours before were blinding our visions all the more. We were facing battles daily and often, our choices were the first to be attacked. Clear at the breaking of dawn, only to end up in confusion once more by the end of the day. But we all knew as a family, losing everything even with our plans wouldn’t matter compared to losing Christ if we chose to not listen or replace Him with something else in our midst. 

 

I know we were going through such testing for the dross in our lives to be removed.

“Polish and maintain your Shield…” was another reminder that ensued. 

 

 

Shield of faith…

The very part of His Armor that guards us against all unseen darts that will always try its best to penetrate and corrupt believers in Christ, along with the other target which is the breastplate of righteousness. We need to guard it with all we got especially at these trying times. How can one go to another place or take a new task if one isn’t ready and weak even before starting? How can one emerge as a victor in every trial if one easily drowns in worries, anxieties or confusion? Those darts that will always attempt to destroy His gift of faith.

Let us be careful in how we live our daily lives. For believers today, if not careful and reliant on the Lord could become the unbelievers tomorrow...Some already are in that state today! Let us stay strong in the Lord’s mighty power!

Sing A New Song

 

My attention while reading this morning’s news was interrupted by a subtle sound of chirping coming from a tiny bird outside the window, with its blinds still hiding the sleepiness in the household. The constant chirping became louder until its highest pitch was reached, alerting my ears at that moment. I paused reading a particular news which wasn’t always good news lately. Well, for many years, starting a few years back. I haven’t heard those chirping for a while. Quiet in cold winters, then seemed to come alive as spring season blooms to cast joy over the dead of the winters.

The loud chirping brought those familiar tunes I heard whenever I was going through a trial. Those what seemed to be monotonous sounds were actually bringing me pulsating hums of joy as if raining down from up above. They would always cheer me up as I was about to wake up or in the middle of the morning as I sipped my cup of coffee. The notes reaching my ears were no different than from what it did to my either low or battled spirit in the past. Chirp...Chirp… Chirp…

Suddenly, words formed in my deepest thoughts as if each “chirp” was being decoded at that moment…

“Sing a new song…”

“Sing a new song,” was the news I heard coming from a tiny creature, busy greeting the early dawn before the sun busted out of the Eastern skies and cast its warm rays and brighten up the slowly fading darkness from the long night before.

It was not just “chirping.” Those notes were a reminder to my “feeling sick for many months now.”

Life has been really tough for most of us during this pandemic. I had been sick. Not from Covid-19 but from the evilness I had seen and heard and discerned from the hidden parts. I had been sick of evil plans subtly erasing God in any event and history, and to have contorted ideas be accepted as the norm.

Day in, day out, where thousands were quick to rush to judgments, or to commit evil as if they were the good things. Even self-professed Christians became blind and deaf, fooled by the spiritual enemies’ lies that they couldn’t hear the Shepherd’s Voice anymore and His Truth.

“Sing a new song…”

God’s perfect reminder for me this morning, as I was still curled up in bed, weary and sick from spiritual battles around me. His reminder to let me know that despite this turmoil you and I have been in, we must not be weary worshipping and singing a new song from our hearts. As we sing Him a song, He rejuvenates our bodies, minds, souls, and hearts. He irons out confusions for they’re not from Him. He bandages the unseen wounds we carry with His love. He makes a way for those areas we think have no way out.He gives refreshments with His love and grace in battered bodies and souls as we always wear His Armor.

“Sing a new song…” A reminder for us to never give up standing for and doing what’s right in His eyes. To not go with the flow of evilness. To not read devastating and depressing news but to persist in sharing the Good News to those who come across our paths.

“Sing a new song…”

“Sing our Song!!!”

“Sing the Song of Refuge, our Power, and our Might!!!”

I Am Sad

 "God overlooked people’s ignorance about these things in earlier times, but now he commands everyone everywhere to repent of their sins and turn to him." - Acts 17:30 (NLT)

"Enthusiasm without knowledge is no good; haste makes mistakes." - Proverbs 19:2 (NLT)

"If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and he will give it to you. He will not rebuke you for asking." - James 1:5 (NLT)

"You simple people, use good judgment. You foolish people, show some understanding." - Proverbs 8:5 (NLT)

This is a sad time. That there is really not a clear winner in our Presidential election. It hasn't happened before. The counting of votes that should have been done by Tuesday night was... well, extended to many days by some states. What appeared to be a leading contender well ahead that night was surprisingly overtaken by the opponent the following day. In a matter of a few hours in the middle of the night when everyone or most people were asleep, were awaken by what was a visibly total loss of the current leader.

I am sad like you. Perhaps, I am angry like you. Why is it taking a long time for the declared winner to start working since the media endlessly reported about the failures of the current leader's handling of the so called pandemic known as "COVID 19?"When so many people, they said, died and were infected by it? 

Yes, I'm tired like you. I'm tired of wearing masks and putting myself in confinement of my home when sometimes, all I want is to go get a few grocery items, sans my mask and be able to clear my throat without people nearby looking at me like I'm causing death to those who surround me.

Yes, I don't feel good like you. Of seeing "peaceful protests" continue and in a peaceful way, burn buildings, physically assault people who happen to be in those gatherings, peacefully confront quiet diners, who perhaps, are so excited to go out finally and enjoy a quiet dinner, people who are wanting a much needed rest, only to be awaken by peaceful yells of profanities and hateful statements.

But... I still rejoice...

I know that what I see is unseen. I know that the true enemies like to roar like lions! 

I know that there are so many working in the dark and many people are quick to believe what they see, what they hear.

Yes... I am sad... I am angry... Knowing that this election was stolen. But God's plan will prevail! And as for us believers, who do you choose to serve?