Only grace.

I feel like falling into an abyss. I wish to wake up from it, but the problem is… I am awake. And THIS is real.

I need to write to declutter my thoughts. To get rid of this heaviness in my chest. And to hopefully pull this pit out of my stomach that is making me feel numb, lost and deeply sad all at the same time.

I need to write to emerge from the black hole. A part of me have been retreating from the world ever since I heard the sad news about someone that had been very instrumental to my faith. I still feel a lump in my throat when I think about it. For some reason the ground beneath my feet became more unstable.  Continue reading

Personalized Charm Necklace

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“I do not at all understand the mystery of grace–only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.” – Anne Lamott

I can’t believe it has been over a week since I have visited my own website. Perhaps it doesn’t seem that long ago for me because I constantly “journal” in my head… but they never seem to make it anywhere… whether it’s on paper or here. Sometimes I find that I do not have the luxury of time to sit down and write. And when I do find the time to escape from all that’s going on in my life, I ended up staring at a blank screen until something calls me back to reality, whether it’s time to feed/change a crying baby, or let the dog out, or stir a bubbling pot, or even fold the laundry that’s done drying.

Lately, apart from being a full-time mom, I have been preoccupied with my crafts.  Continue reading

Redefining Mistakes

Mistakes. We all make them. It’s not an excuse, just a reality. It’s part of being human. Of being alive. Of learning. And of growing up.

As I watch our little girl learn the simple tasks like drinking from a cup, eating with a spoon, walking, dressing and undressing, I started seeing mistakes in a different light.

Our failure to do what is right no matter how big or small they are shouldn’t define who we are, but it’s how we deal with them. However, once in a while, we all buy the same lie.

We all labeled ourselves failure, not good enough, undeserving, unworthy.

These awful names we carry, whether we let others know of it, or we hide it perfectly well, close the door to what is TRUE. What we don’t realize is that the mistakes we make offer us an opportunity to choose wisely. To live better. To wipe our tears away when we stumble. To stand up and try again.  Continue reading