A few days ago I had the privilege of teaching a couple of topics in one of our classes in church. Since it was my first time to teach in that class, I made it a point to come early and listen to the sessions before mine. One of the earlier sessions was on servant leadership, where this verse was mentioned:
Quiet time: when it’s not the same as before, and facing the fact that it won’t ever be like before, at least for quite a while. At least for me.
Crazy. That’s probably the simplest way to put it. This year started with us flying back from our favorite travel destination, Japan. I was 31 weeks pregnant.
Hello, world! Since mommyhood came, it’s been a series of adjustments and transitions in pretty much all aspects of my life, hence another hiatus over here on the blog. Interestingly, amidst so many things I got to do in the past few months, it was also a time when I’ve been feeling like I haven’t…
She was 86.
Obviously, you’re my favorite person in the world! It’s about time I added you to my favorite persons list here in my blog. It took a while, and up to now there’s so much to say but I can’t find the words.
Finally. No longer just a #1007mom, but a mom 24/7.
Finally, we got to attend service again. It’s been two months since we last attended. Last time, I gave birth the night after we attended, and this time, we had Noah with us! I just love how yesterday’s focus verse was something I can totally understand in a whole new light:
I’ve been swinging back and forth between writing this post or not because I know it might be offensive to some. I find the courage to publish this putting my baby before anybody else, family or friend. Call me overprotective or madamot or OA, that’s far less important than our dear Chadric Noah‘s health. I…
So, how did I overcome the breastfeeding trauma, baby blues, and everything that smashed me those days? More than a deliberate effort on my end, here’s what I was led to hold on to…