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Forever His

Forever His

1 Corinthians 13: 13 – “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

Joy. Peace. Freedom.

Words that gave her radiance inside and out. She glanced at the blue skies. The sun was shining bright and it brought her a more certain glow. Her eyes twinkling, she took off her slippers and felt the smooth sand beneath her. Right before her was the most beautiful, serene sea she had laid eyes on.

She sat down and smiled. Her friends had teased her that she was in love. Genuine smiles came more often. And she knew the culprit.

Him. He was in her thoughts every minute. And the joy was inexplicable. Indescribable. Peace flooded her every being and she never thought it would be possible to be in love every day. And to be loved the way she was loved.

She looked up the sky again and she hugged herself. It has not always been this way though. Her heart had betrayed her a few months ago. She had betrayed Him in fact. She knew He was always His princess and He always wanted the best for her. But she was stubborn. She went outside His castle, not knowing she was going out into the battlefield where a princess should not be. Alas, someone came along and she found a gunshot right through her heart. She didn’t want to let that someone get into her life though but things happened so fast. She thought she was guarding her heart by going out with him but not really treating him as someone special. She closed her mind to thoughts of love and yes, Songs 2:7 greeted her every single day. But her heart, oh her heart was slowly cracking open.

 She let him happen. She let him say things that were music to her ears. And it was too late when she had let go of him. The heart had already deceived her. She wanted to cling on to him but she knew she had to come home—to the castle.

The pain had already seared deep within her when she went back to the palace where she was met by Him. He tried to heal her. He tried to get all the broken pieces to make it new. However, she kept remembering him. She kept hoping and unconsciously, she kept opening the wounds again. It was a few months before her eyes were opened. She had finally surrendered to Him every pain and burden she was holding on to. And she realized how disobedient she was. She now knew that disobedience has a price. She thought she was guarding her heart, but she let things happen. She knew better now though. And if she were to do it again, she would still choose to let go. The heartbreak was worth it. To be broken as to know His love was far more worth it. And in fact, there should have been no question of that at all—of whether it was worth it or not, because she knew that she was meant to wait for His best. And she knew without a doubt that whether there was someone out there for her, He will always be hers. And she will always be His. Her Father, her Savior, her Beloved.

Someone called out her name and she turned her head. She gave a big smile and called out “I’ll be right there! Give me a few more seconds!”

Now she’s here in this place. A place where healing always happens if you allow Him. A place of restoration and resurrection. A place where she had learned and the scars of the heart etched to remind her of how priceless she is and how it should be given completely to the only One. She’s in a place where pains of her past have been erased, knowing only the beauty of the present and the future. And a place of freedom and peace because of the blood shed by someone she didn’t know back then.

She looked at the shores and a tear rolled down. She had been swept away by a love she could never fathom. And she knew she could always come back to Him no matter what she’s done just like how the sky welcomes and embraces whatever comes, may it be the sun, the rain or the storm. She believed that she will always be simply His. Forever His.


© June 2012, Wela


More Than Just A Pet: Tribute to Tee

More Than Just A Pet: Tribute to Tee

We literally saw you breathe your last at around 4:30 in the morning of January 25, 2017. I saw you trying to be strong as you tried to throw up again and then that one last deep breath. I’ll never forget how I felt. We monitored you and looked after you almost 24/7 for 2 days after the vet’s visit. My husband and I never thought we could feel this way for a pet.

Life is made of perpetual hellos and goodbyes, comings and goings, mornings and nights. Unknowingly, we face loss every day—a ballpen, a one-peso coin, strands of hair (no kidding), or someone we love. But we also face beginnings each day. We welcome the sun, new friends, new seasons, and sometimes the start of an eternal love. Life is an endless rhythm of birth and death. This life we have lived has made us whistle for geneses of unexpected journeys, yet it has also forced us to kiss goodbye to so many adventures and people. And ours included Tee.

Tee was one half of the word “sweetie”—my husband’s endearment for me (but we decided to have it spelled as Tee because Tie might be read as something else). Yes, you were indeed a sweetie. You were the delicate one.

You were the perfect golden hamster. And I mean that literally. You had the golden color we were looking for. You were just like me—an introvert. When we first bought you, you were housed together with two other hamsters but you always chose to be on your own in your own designated area. You preferred to eat hidden and away from other people’s eyes. You liked to pouch food and even as you were literally suffering, you kept pouching. You loved wheels! In fact, you didn’t care that your second wheel was too big for you and too noisy. You liked it when we let you out of the cage to explore. In fact, you were the first hamster that learned how to escape! You have always been clever in that sense. You gave me my first awfully deep hamster bite, which bled nonstop, but I didn’t get mad (because it was my fault since I took you by surprise). Tee, you captured us. You had our hearts (just like the other 7).

You are the strongest hamster I know (but I only know 8 of you though)! You fought a good fight. We saw you struggle, we saw your labored breathing for several days, we saw you walk in pain and how you would choose to sleep, probably to ease the pain, we saw you throwing up. You’re a fighter. I’m sure you carried the pain for weeks. I didn’t know hamsters can actually have that kind of strength. You have reminded me that anything is possible and if a hamster can carry that strength, so can I…so can anyone. We’ve been missing you from the moment we woke up. We’ll miss you our charming, quiet hammie with the distinct, alien-like ears. Thank you for teaching us how to be good stewards. Thank you for giving us just a teeny tiny taste what it is like to have a baby. Thank you God that you have lent us this delicate, adorable soul.

The last few days (or weeks, I can’t tell), you were too weak and slept all the time. Here you are in one of those moments. How I wish that was how we saw you instead as you left us. 

The last few days (or weeks, I can’t tell), you were too weak and slept all the time. Here you are in one of those moments. How I wish that was how we saw you instead as you left us.

You were with us for only 3-4 months but you have our hearts forever. Farewell sweet prince.

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