Haven’t blogged in a while for many reasons. So many things going on, so many things on my mind, just can’t find the disposition to write about them.
People in the metro discovered recently they can live without electricity (for a short while), without water (for even a shorter while) or without cable tv but they can’t live without texting. When the lights went out due to Milenyo, cell sites failed also. And that’s when you heard the howls of protest (mine included).
That’s the effect of connectivity. And that’s what happens when connectivity is gone, you feel lost.
In a way, that’s what I feel when I can’t pray—disconnected from the Source: lost.
It’s a good thing that, despite all that’s going on, the grace to come before the Source is still there; even if, on many occasions, I have to literally BEG for the grace, it does come and in great abundance.
Lord, allow me to hold fast to the truth that You are the Master of the storms in my life; remind me never to whine to You about how big the storms are in my life but always remind me to tell the storms how Big a God You are.
Ateneo lost; in overtime; to UST; in a tournament where La Salle did not play. That hurts; a lot.
I feel for JC Intal, who missed two crucial baskets in regulation that could have won them the game outright and again missed two baskets in overtime that could have won them the game. He played his heart out, however, and that is something to be proud of; that’s probably also why he cried his heart out too.