Deeply Rooted

          THREE THINGS I WON’T LET GO

1. I will not let go of my family and friends. They are the people who affect my life in some profound way. I will not be who I am now and what I will become in the future if they are not part of me. The highest moments of my life are those moments shared with them.

2. Enjoying life and living with hope. I appreciate each day for I might not be able to experience it again.  I follow the ways of my heart. I laugh. I cry when painful things happen to me but I do not give up. I go to different places. I give love back.  I stay in bed to cuddle my pillow. I watch the squirrels eat tomatoes.  Every day is a new beginning. A new day to learn, to explore, to witness beautiful things, to discover potentials, to make dreams come true and to share life to others. 

3. My faith in the Lord. God sustains my life. He is my Saviour. In my success and downfall, He is with me all the time. The Lord has blessed me so much! All the glories and praises I give to Him!

Ronnie, thanks for the tag. I am passing the same tag (” Three Things I Won’t Let Go “) to Almelyn, Gladys, Elaiza, Maureen and Aida.

Senses

I am the eyes who see the reality of life—

the hungry mouth of street children that beg for food,

a battered wife in despair,

a problematic teenager in shadow’s of a shattered home.

I am the ears that hear the cries of pain and agony

of the world’s prison cell of poverty.

Listening with empathy

to the untamed wounded hearts of the sectors discriminated by our society.

I am the nose.

I smell the poisonous fishy poignant schemes in the government

which permits the upper class to illegally claim the land of fisherfolks and farmers.

When pimps sell children and women as sex slaves to foreigners,

the unhumane smell of wealth and lust suffocates me.

I am the tongue.

I have tasted the cold rusty chain of drug addiction,

the bitterness of justice denied in a time where due process has died,

the sourness of unequality before the law no human kind can martyrly abide.

I am the skin which can feel the loneliness and misery

of an elderly left unattended and,

the hard touch of suction in a violent

expulsion of the fetus in the womb without much affection.

I also can feel the facade tickling yet piercing sensation of a love,

where a pregnant lady has to be a bride without pride

while her groom desires to escape and hide.

I do not close my eyes in every scenario presented

or be blinded by cold cashes.

I never put my hands in my ears

nor pretend not to hear the laughter of

a man – slaughter dictator that drowns men in a bloody disaster.

I can feel their anguish sufferings

It makes me shiver with fear

But I can not just stand here and act unaffected.

I must do something

to prevent the dysfunction,

to restore impaired function,

to develop every individual in the nation.

I am accountable.

I have a social responsiblity.

For I am a SOCIAL WORKER

with senses.

Wonderfully Made

Shiela, my classmate in College, asked her seatmate to translate the Tagalog phrase “Ibahin mo ako, iba ako!” in english language. Her seatmate confidently answered, “Change me, I’m others!” Upon hearing it, our room was filled with laughter. Those words retained in my mind not because it was grammatically wrong and funny but somehow it makes sense.

Comparisonitis is one of men’s illnesses. Everyone compare theirselves to others. I got inflicted with it myself. I see others as Mr. Nobel Price Winner, Ms. Universe, Top International Model, Billionaire and Superstars. Wondering why I got all the weaknesses and not – so good things in the world. Someone explained, “When God showered gifts of beauty and talents in the world you were sleeping soundly.”  I was like, “Ooh oookayy.” I was upset with that person’s statement. Within my heart, I was crying…

I prayed:

” Oh, Lord, you have searched me and know me.

You know when I sit and when I rise;

you perceive my thoughts from afar.

For you created my inmost being;

you knit me in my mother’s womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you

when i was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

your eyes saw my unformed body.”

I may not be the sexiest woman in the world but thank God I have a healthy body. I have pimples that keep on erupting in my face but it is good to know that I have the dignity and integrity to face the world. Poverty did not hinder me to experience the joy of having people I love the most. And in my weakness, God is my strength. I do not have to crancked it out in a genius mind. My ways, thoughts, and coping mechanism are different. I am unique, lovable and valuable in the sight of the Father.

I am different. I am me. Change me, I’m others!