I just realized during the pre-cheska time of both our lives, we always always go travelling at least once or twice a year. Now, with Cheska around, the only travelling we’ve done is Manila. BUT, this past 3 years wasn’t better than our travelling days. I’ll say they are both equally blessings that I’m unworthy to have. We have now a place we can finally call home *not blogged about it yet* and bags, bags, bags and most importantly is I’ve survived the greatest big ordeal of my life.
I don’t want to get uberly dramatic, but if you travel back with me in another decade back of my life, you would understand why i feel so blessed for having these chances in my life. I have these moments where I always whine and complain about a few things but I guess it’s who I am. I blurt out whatever I felt and although I admit being transparent to almost everyone makes them judge me. I realized you can’t change who you are just because you want to “blend” in with what is right or wrong in other people’s eyes. Of course, this still applies, in my own opinion, if you are not stepping on anyone’s shoes.
Back to my realization, when I look back, I saw myself tugging helplessly on the big boulder on my shoulder. I did make a lot of sacrifice back then. I asked for redemption but all I heard is - it will come, in time. Now, I have it and I’m thankful. Thank you Lord for all these blessings in my hand.
