Child of Owner

Going to the office everyday is very tiring, stressful, and for some, boring.

I've been going to the office almost everyday since I graduated. It's my dad's office. Our family is in the magazine business, so being a graduate of Advertising, I naturally fit in the role of C.O.O. -- Child of Owner.

Everything's going okay. I just make sure the magazines get printed on time. So I ask the graphic artists the same questions everyday: "What have you finished?", "How is the magazine doing?", "How many articles are lacking?"  And sometimes, I even give out orders: "Change this color to that," or "This layout needs rearranging."

And for that, I get paid. (Thanks, Dad)

Anyway, in the office, I realized that the employees see me in one way, and in one way only: I'm the boss's daughter.

Being the boss' daughter, what I say goes. See, I represent the boss. What I do, how I act, what I say, reflect only one thing: my dad.

My dad comes in the office late -- 10AM, the earliest. I do,too. He comes in, sits in front of his laptop, opens Facebook. Yes, I do that as well (though I open my YM first before Facebook). He occasionally asks the marketers to do something. Check! He gives orders. Check! He has an extended lunch break. Check! He sleeps for 15 to 30 minutes two hours after lunch. Check! He writes articles for the magazines. Check! He leaves earlier than usual. Check!!

Almost everything he does that I can do, I do. And the employees are aware of that fact. They don't question what I do, because they know I am the boss's daughter, and my authority comes from the boss himself.

I wondered then, aren't we the sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father?

As Christians, shouldn't we then imitate our God? Aren't we His employees, assigned to do His work here on earth? Aren't we his children, assigned to mirror His glory to others? I realized then that I am the child of another Owner. The One who owns everything, the One who owns me. My Owner.

Being His children, we Christians have roles to fulfill. We are the Lord's employees and children. We are the His C.O.O.'s.

Let's ask ourselves then, Are we doing our job? If we are, are we doing it right?

"And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit" 2 Cor.3:18

Here in My Life

I have never walked on water
felt the waves beneath my feet
but at Your word Lord i'll receive Your faith to walk on oceans deep

and i remember how You found me
in that very same place
all my failing surely would have drowned me.. but You made a way

You are my freedom
Jesus You're the reason
I'm kneeling again at Your throne
Where would I be without You
Here in my life

You have said that all the heavens sing for joy at one who finds that way to freedom 
of Jesus bought from death into his’ life

And I remember how You saw me through the eyes of Your grace
And all the cost was Your beloved for me still You made a way

Dear Lord, 

I remember how You found me, and I remember how I should have drowned in my sins. But Lord, You are so good, You made a way. YOU are my freedom. 

Yes, YOU are my only reason why I worship you, why I love You. You, Oh Lord, are my sole

desire for living, my sole purpose. 

Indeed, where would I be without You in my life? Where would I be.. 

I thank You Lord for seeing me, for being mindful of me, even when I wasn't mindful of you. 

I do NOT deserve you, and yet you give me Your grace. You never fail to amaze me, Lord. 

May everyone see You and be amazed as I am amazed. May they glorify You and worship You. 

You who created all things. 

You who are grieved when You see your people in pain.

You who love us.

You who are just. 

You who are the unfathomable, immeasurable, and wonderful, beautiful God.

Oh Lord, help me love You more and more. I want to love you and learn about you more and more each day. 

I thank You Lord, for allowing me to be here, to live and be happy. I thank You for all that You have blessed me with.. the countless blessings You've showered on me. 

Bless me more Lord, and may You help me use all these things to glorify You. 

In Jesus' name,

Amen. 

Blessed is he

Psalm 1

 1 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.

 2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.

 3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

I heard a sermon about this passage maybe a few months ago. I forgot where I heard it though, or who the speaker was. Could have come from a video, I don't know. But I remember what I've learned.


There are three kinds of people mentioned in verse 1: the ungodly, the sinners, and the scornful. And the verse says, "Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly..." In where? In the counsel of the ungodly. Yes, they have counsel, they have advices, they have opinions and ideas. This is where I stopped and thought, "How many times have I sought my friends' counsels?"

To a dear friend

I've known your face and your name for a few years, but have only really KNOWN you for a few weeks. For a friend to be so dear and so close to my heart in that small amount of time. I just know that you are one of the good things the Lord has blessed my life with.

To that dear friend, I just want to express how much I want to know you more, and how much I want the both of us to draw near to God together. I've never had a friend like you, so you don't really know how much I treasure this friendship.

Cheers, my friend. Let us rejoice in the Lord for allowing us to meet and share our lives with each other.


May our friendship be a light to ourselves, and for everyone else, that all may see the glory of our Lord.

Hope you had a great day!

Life is a Race

The statement, "Life is a Race" is often misunderstood by a lot of people. I first interpreted it as a literal "race", wherein I should finish first, get medals, do wonderful things -- something like that. Lately though, I've found a different meaning in life, and a different meaning to this "race" that we're all in.

Yesterday, I was jogging in our subdivision. I'm no athlete, I admit. I tire fast and sweat a little. I feel my heart beat faster. I don't wear the right jogging attire (is there even such a thing?). Anyway, again, I'm really no athlete. 

I jog leisurely. With my earphones stuck to my ears, and my glasses tucked in my jacket's pocket, I pay no mind to whatever I encounter. I pass by a little boy, imitating my stance, I guess he was mocking me. I paid no attention, though. I continued on. I pass by two boys on a bike. One of them said something to me, I think. I continue on, very much convinced I should finish my 15-minute run.