Imagine your life as a piece of art. The frame consists of your personality, your physical characteristics, and your gifts and abilities. It’s probably no news to anyone that many women, instead of thanking God for the frame He’s given them, spend their time trying to change it.
I once read a revealing story about such a woman. She was not satisfied with the frame God built for her. She was sure her physical and emotional disabilities, her lack of abilities, were a cross she had to bear. She wished she could choose another frame.
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Nanginginig akong nakatayo sa malaking lumang pintuan. Kabado. Namumutil ang pawis. Pero ito na to. Ito na talaga at wala na itong atrasan pa.
Unti-onti ng bumubukas ang malaking lumang pintuan sa aking harapan. Yumuko akong nakangiti kahit nanginginig. Kasaba’y nito, ay dahan-dahan ko namang iniangat ang masayang mukha ko.
Bukas na ang pintuan. Nakangiti akong naluluha sa saya. Hindi ko maipaliwanag. Basta.
Nagtataka. Nanlaki ang aking mga mata.
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Dalawang oras at kalahati na lamang ang natitira, alas dose na. Yung sa dami ng aking ginagawa, ni hindi ko man lang naisip na batiin ka.
Isang minuto ang nakalipas, nang isulat ko yung unang talata na naisip ko. Ang bilis ng oras. Sobrang bilis. Gusto kong habulin pero imposible. Pero, bakit ko hahabulin ang oras? May dapat ba kong balikan? Panghinayangan? May dapat ba akong itama at gawin na hindi ko nagawa? Alam ko wala. Sigurado ako wala.
Hindi ko pa man nasisimulan isulat ang hindi ko alam kung tula ba ito o isang uri ng kwento, nalulungkot na ako. Naluluha.
Apat na pu’t apat na araw na lang…
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Perhaps you are magical. Perhaps you already know it. I’m not sure about that, but I do know that you are so real.
Marry a Man who knows you are both.
A Man who can navigate the wild tangle of your mind, past the castle it builds and around the mythical creatures it conceives, to pursue the truth beneath your story.
A Man who can kiss you both tenderly and fiercely. Whose hands you can trust to know your every freckle and fold and to hold you as you shudder with ecstasy or with grief. A man who can magic away all hurts for your children with those same lips, and teach the ultimate art of fort – building with those same hands.
A Man who anchors you.
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You saw my heart lying on the floor.
She was battered.
Hairline fractures, deep breaks, and bloody scabs covered the sunny sequins on her hot pink skins.
She was scared, trembling alone in a vulnerable dark corner.
You knew this.
But you swooped down, picked her up with silken hands and kissed her so softly.
You warmed her wounds in the sun beans of your sweet embrace and saw gold in the bloody folds and dark valleys of her shame.
You showed her that gold.
You showed me that gold.
You encourage me, inspired me, lifted me out of a hellish half-life, and introduced me to my self.
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