Childlike Faith || Do You Want to See Jesus?

April 7 2014

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One night I asked my little sister who lay with me in bed, “Gab, do you want to know my crush?” she turned to me with an innocent smile plastered on her face,

“Who?” she asked,

She scrunched her nose “But how can you marry Jesus?  How can you kiss Jesus? You can’t even see Him…”

At that moment, I started to cry. It was dark so she couldn’t see me. O how I longed to see the face of my Savior. How I longed to hug Him. I asked God, “When?”… after I had stopped crying, I decided to ask my sister again,

“Gab, do you want to know my crush?”

She started to repeat her rant “But how can you marry Jesus? How can you kiss Jesus? How can you hug Him?…”

“Do you want to see Jesus?” I asked my little sister, she smiled and nodded “Yes!”
I want to see Jesus, I want to hug Him and lie down on Him… I want to see Jesus when I go there in Heaven.”
“Someday, Gab, we will see Him. When its time. When its the right time.” I whispered to her,
“When is the right time?”
“Only Jesus knows..”

She closed her eyes and fell asleep. And I lay awake… what wonderful faith my sister has. ^_^ Be not childish, but be child-like in your faith towards our Father in Heaven…

So do not lose hope and faith, trust in the Lord. Live for Him until you see Him face to face, live to love Him, live to glorify Him… God bless!


Typing My Thoughts Out loud #1

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Even as a Christian, there are still thousands questions that are left unanswered- but sometimes, it’s best if they were. Though I may not understand much about God, I still believe in Him. Lots of people may ask why and I guess I’m not too sure myself . I’m not the most intelligent person in the world- which is kind of a good thing because intelligent people think a lot and I mean- A LOT and I think that, that leads them to question God(?) about a lot of things, things that if unanswered would lead them not to believe (?). I don’t know. But a lot of famous scientists are very religious and I doubt that they- maybe? I don’t know- I’m just typing my thoughts out loud that I’m not even sure what to think. I mean, I can’t judge a person, I don’t know what they’ve been through or anything. Anyway, let me get straight to the point… what leads Christians to believe in God?

1 Peter 1:8
Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy,

In my experience, I don’t even remember the first time I accepted God as my Lord and Savior, it just went along as I grew with Him in my heart. And I love my relationship with God. I believe in Him, I believe in heaven and in hell, I believe in the unseen God, I believe in love, and man! This might turn out as a credo- but seriously, what makes us believe in Him in the first place?

This is a mystery that I don’t mind having no answer to, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask would it?

Thank you so much! God bless ya’ll! ❤

When You Feel Like You Aren’t Smart Enough…

School’s back everybody! The last two months has been an adventure for me. Quite a lot of things had happened in those two and a half months. Like Joining the music ministry, the VBS, sleepovers, birthdays, etc. and there are still LOTS more to come. On the month of October our church will be celebrating it’s 7th Anniversary! Praise the Lord! It’s weird how time flies so fast, and yet at the same time, it feels so slow… because school has returned my friends. And I’m starting to fuss all over the home works, quizzes, tests, exams, and they haven’t even started yet!

I made a post about overcoming this stress in HERE, for me and for all of you, but somehow, the worries and doubts all seem to crash back down. And I want to end that. You see, when I entered the classroom all of my former school mates were there, so there wasn’t really anything to be nervous about on the first day of school. Thing is, ALL of them… are smart. Well I don’t mean to brag, but you are at the top class, so that means you’re smart too right? 

I’m blessed to be at the top section and honored that God has answered my prayers and all. But I suddenly felt like I wasn’t smart enough. It’s like turning popular, but you just want more. And that’s what I’m afraid of, I’m afraid of doing something that is good- for my sake only. But what I really want, is to do it ALL for GOD. So this is where the story of Solomon starts…

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2 Chronicles 1:7-13

7 That night God appeared to Solomon and said to him, “Ask for whatever you want me to give you.”

8 Solomon answered God, “You have shown great kindness to David my father and have made me king in his place.9 Now, Lord God, let your promise to my father David be confirmed, for you have made me king over a people who are as numerous as the dust of the earth. 10 Give me wisdom and knowledge, that I may lead this people, for who is able to govern this great people of yours?”

11 God said to Solomon, “Since this is your heart’s desire and you have not asked for wealth, possessions or honor, nor for the death of your enemies, and since you have not asked for a long life but for wisdom and knowledge to govern my people over whom I have made you king, 12 therefore wisdom and knowledge will be given you. And I will also give you wealth, possessions and honor, such as no king who was before you ever had and none after you will have.”

13 Then Solomon went to Jerusalem from the high place at Gibeon, from before the tent of meeting. And he reigned over Israel.

I recall asking God one night, to make me smart and have lots of friends (that’s what I said, but God knows what I meant by “lots of friends”- popularity) but- after thinking it through- is that what I really want? I mean, sure that would be a great blessing to earn but- is it something that would make me happy forever? I don’t think so. I felt a little jealous with Solomon when God asked him to “Ask whatever you want me to give you“. That’s like, a HUGE honor! If I hadn’t known about wisdom, I might have asked for something very self centered. Solomon here, even though he wasn’t all smart and intelligent he had humility, wisdom, and a caring heart. He wasn’t thinking all about himself, but instead he thought about God and his kingdom.

Being smart doesn’t matter, but heeeeey! That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try studying harder. You might say to your parents, “Mom! if being smart and intelligent doesn’t matter, then why do we have to go to school?”

Because it is said in the Ten commandments that we must obey our Father and Mother and the will of the Lord. That question wasn’t really necessary but that was what my sub-conscious asked 🙂 Don’t worry girls and boys! God loves you for who you are ❤ and when you feel like you aren’t smart enough?

Just pray and study hard!


Birthday Dismay- Mary Pacis

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July 21, 2013 [12: 55 PM]

Today is my birthday, at least 5 minutes more.

I have my family with me, 1 gift sprawled on the floor.

Call me party pooper, but I can’t help but feel alone,

Though I have many friends, not one would greet me through the phone.

4 minutes left and I’m here typing my pain away,

Hoping tomorrow wouldn’t be a birthday dismay.

Just when I’m about to climb to bed and cry to sleep,

God has his way, and let me say, this birthday would be no dismay.


OMG 1 minute left! xD I’m pretty excited, and yes I did feel alone. But I’m actually happy and blessed! My family are here with me, my grandma is also celebrating her birthday (at the Philippines), and I’m 14! This poem was one that just randomly came up in a spur of moment. Hope you guys liked it! God bless ya’ll!

PS. I edited this poem (the last 3 lines)

How Much Do You Love Me?

How Much Do You Love Me?. – Reblogged

My comment:

This is absolutely beautiful! I have watched “Guess How Much I Love You” and I really really love this! How lovely your relationship is with Christ and kids ❤ Keep your faith strong! Beautiful! Just Beautiful!
– Mary


All of our bedrooms were upstairs, my seven year old son’s bedroom, across from mine.

I heard my son slam a toy-bin with something lego-ish in it down on the floor, realizing his sister had “remodeled” his masterpiece while he was at school, and all I saw while folding clothes on my bed was a blurry fuzz-of-a boy charging for the stairs, yelling…


When I flew the stairs and rounded the corner to catch up with him because I knew Ryleigh was in the family room, all I saw was Dakota “rushing” her acting like he was going to hurt her, and Ryleigh flenching in fear to an instant hurling scream.

“Dakota, absolutely not,” I said while grabbing an arm and leading him to a seat on the couch. “No way.”

This wasn’t like Dakota’s demeanor at all. As in, at all. I knew this was a learned behavior and sadly I knew exactly where and from whom he had learned it.

Scooping apologies out of the two of them was tougher than scooping a forgotten gallon of rock-hard ice cream, but I was one determined chick.


“God gave you to me to love you… protect you and take care of you… and teach you about Him. Period.”


These words have remained as a foundational rock since they were tiny, and as pre-teens and teens, (did I just type that!?), they are reminded of these words to this day.

They are the words that I pray that they pass on to my grandchildren because timeless scripture stands up on them in a very daily way.

“When we are angry, we do not get to solve our problems physically, ever. As in, ever, because that is not love.”

“Well, she doesn’t love me,” he said, little white leather Nikes hanging over the edge of the brown leather couch, with his tan legs pouring out of his denim shorts.

“Dakota, you wait right here, I’ll be right back.”

This was one of those moments where I didn’t know if I had spoken too soon. I hadn’t seen the tub with his baby-book in it since our last hurried move, so I was counting on it being right where I needed it, when I needed it, or God just let me eat my words.

It was there, right on top.

Possibly the cutest Baby Book I have ever seen… no-no, I take that back; it is by far, titled, “Guess How Much I Love You?”


I will never forget that day, sitting right next to him sharing this book half on his small lap and half on mine.

This was a book all about My Dakota. It had all of the details about him that he was too young to have ever known or remembered, all detailed right there for him to see, cherish, and read. Every square inch of the pages was hand-calligraphied, overspilling the lines to write on.


He was fascinated.

My heart was swollen and full.


Dakota and Ryleigh are only 15 months apart. They were two peas-in-a-pod. They rode in a double stroller side-by-side with more smiles and compliments coming their way than their shy, humbled mama could take, as strangers almost always asked if they were twins when they were toddlers.

When Georgia came along she thought they were the most fascinating twosome she had ever seen. Those two crazies made life from the floor look like it was about ready to get right up and run.

She did.


That very evening Dakota came into my room and told me, “I never knew that you loved me that much.”

Precious… he said, “That’s a whole lotta love.”

The phrase is timeless and is one of my favorites still, ‘Yes, that’s a whole lotta love right there…”


Jesus says to us, “Do you know how much I love you?”

Do you know?

Do your children know?

Do you know that God loved you so stinkin’ very much that He flat gave His absolute only son up to die for you!?

His Bible is all about His love and sacrifice for you. It is all about you.

The living word. Coming alive in new ways, in new aspects, and experiences, and seasons than when you read it before. It lives, and moves, and loves, and “changes” right with you each time you read it.

P.S. The word never ever changes… neater yet, you do; it changes you.

Man, I never noticed that before. Or really, I had never read it quite that way. Or maybe, I have read that one hundreds times before but it didn’t speak to or apply to me until this very day.

His word is exciting because it is all about you and Him.

That whole book is also Jesus’ Baby-Book.

Written just for you.

‘I love you this much… and he spread His arms out wide on a cross to die.’

I love you.

The Story of Me- Just Pray…

- Mary Pacis

– Mary Pacis

July 13 2013

JULY 12 2013

Yesterday was a very “Bi-polar” day 🙂 Nonetheless, I thanked the Lord for it. In the morning, I got up with a grumpy aura, knowing very well that, THAT day was our tambourine practice for church and I’m not much of a dancer. It’s been a long time since I’ve danced using the tambourine. So, dancing now… I feel all stiff and awkward. But I kept muttering to myself

‘I’m doing this for the Lord, I’m doing this for the Lord’

And teasing God by saying ‘What I do for love…’ and imagining His reply ‘And do you know what I do for YOU?’

Anyways, another reason why I woke up grumpy in the morning was because Prince (a kid) here wanted to have a sleepover at my house. And I couldn’t say no, since I love kids… well, now I dont. I kind of have this ‘mixed feelings’ when it comes to kids and I swear, I could have died right here and right now.

As I arrived to the dance practice (with Faye), I actually had tons of fun… laughing, eating, and dancing for the glory of the Lord. It was very very fun, and I found out that,

“Whatever you do, when you do it for the Lord, NOTHING is boring”

When I went home after the practice, all sweaty and flushed, we had a bible study with our ‘Heart Group’, and I learnt about LOVE. I found out that there was A LOT I didn’t know about love… Gosh, I need lots of love. *smiley face* 🙂

At the end of the bible study, I joined dad as he sent the people home, and while we were talking, I suddenly felt alone, like nobody understands me and how I feel.

And at night, I cried myself to sleep with the song ‘Just Pray’ by Moriah Peters echoing in my ears… and that’s what I did.


So today, I danced the tambourine at church and I felt good… I will definitely try it again next time. Especially if I’m gonna dance for Jesus ❤

After church, Jelly, Dodo, Aunty Orange, and Krusty went to my house and watched HALF of the World War Z (The computer crashed right at the middle, when the -SPOILER ALERT-). We also ate homemade frenchfries, Pansit Kanton, and watched Yes or No (Thai)

Then we went to Dubai Mall to eat, but as we arrived, Jelly and Krusty had to leave. So me, Dodo, and Orange are left.

I expected it to be awkward, since we aren’t all close, but it was actually good 🙂 Me and Dodo roamed around the mall, talking about life and our family (and our crushes) *wink- wink* ;D

And, I learnt a lot today…

That my Aunty Orange’s husband Joey, worked at Tarzam! Haha but besides that, I found out that,


PS. My hands hurt from writing on this diary.

(A/N: This is really my diary and I tell the truth, hope you guys could relate to this, and remember, GOD HAS A WAY, He always has a way…)


Happy Father’s Day JESUS! <3



HAPPY Father’s day guys! Especially You Jesus! We LOVE You! We will lift Your name on high and glorify You!  ❤

Today is a very special day… its Father’s day!  There are many people who have lost their parents, who doesn’t have a father, who is abused by their father, who hasn’t seen their father since birth. Well I will tell you today, that you still have a father and that is your Father in heaven. Don’t forget that.

You still have a billion reasons to sing…