Journal Entry: “Blissful Blessings” 11- 25-13

I felt a sudden excitement after knowing that there is someone who’s interested in some life of a PK (Pastor’s Kid). My sister and I had this random plan to record some of our amazing experiences and struggles in life as a PK but can’t find a good reason to keep going… so to our happiness when Ptr. D had this study about us (and our likes), thus a good cause to start.

            As we live in a parsonage situated in a not-ours-and-never-will-be-ours lot, growing up is as easy as memorizing Psalm 23 (but as hard as applying it in our lives.) Here’s our first attempt to record our unique life.

Early Years

            We were born a year and thirds apart in two places that have never been alike. I was born in a war stricken foreign-named barangay (Thailand) in Banisilan, Cotabato as my parents – Gilbert and Emelita ventured on their first pioneering mission some 21 years ago. 11 months later, after many nights of fervent praying, they answered God’s call to tend an about to be greener pasture here in Panay Island. Ticketed with prayers and sole reliance to God, they willingly worked here in Banate, Iloilo, undertaking material poverty, Noah’s Audiences and baby struggles as they look after a yet infant me and a new baby coming (Gay, my sister).

They started with three (already saved) Christian families, worshipped in an everywhere-hole-roofed house. Our first house is a convertible one – church by Sunday and a kinder-room by week days and all night a parsonage. During rain, Tatay No (as what I call my father) would get our “labadors” and “yahongs” to cater the dripping water because of our roof. I also remembered a time when he spent a night waiting for an “aswang” because folks have said that they are active at night, not knowing that he is actually waiting for a thief (trying to get some wood from our kitchen). By the way we are staying in an underground room in house – not actually staying – because we are barrowed by either the church members or our neighbors by day. I don’t know why, but as a PK you became a people’s pet with out knowing that you are.

My Nanay Nie (obviously, that’s what I call my Mothaa.) is a kindergarten teacher, so I also grew up exposed to the school works and was once a little teacher too (to my playmates). I enjoyed talking and singing to people at a young age and do things normally like other children (it’s just that our toys are always a second hand). It’s that because people are really amused when we and my sister do the special number at a worship service.

Growing up we were taught of the basics of prayer, memorizing bible verses and teaching action songs to children our age. Those stuffs were such a bonus to youngies like us. Every night then we would gather around a table and sung songs and pray for one another and the missionaries around the Philippines – that was where Tatay first taught us the importance of having a daily devotion. We enjoyed listening to Bible Stories from Tita Teachers and Tito Pastors – our week end workers.

We are not allowed to eat junk foods because Nanay Nie is conscious of our skins; she even bathed us with her own milk. Tito Nielwin, one of our past weekend worker is so much generous to give us “pasalubongs” from the city where he attends bible school. One time, I remembered me and Gay would wait eagerly for his arrival (and the pasalubongs) while sitting in the stairs, and when that time would come we became excited to what he would hand us. But to some wise tease in him, he would prolong our agony by not handing us the pasalubongs immediately. As we became anxious to our childish excitement – I would whisper to Gay “Wa-ay man Gay”, and she would reply (unknowingly with a loud whisper) “Gani, abi ko my Chippy”… and then we would sigh. He would burst in to laughter (with our parents consent) and run to us and cuddle us and would say “Abi nyo wala ay… ari ho.” And would hand us our pasalubongs. Oh my! That’s how kids like us deal with them (and their constant tease while persuading us to remember our past awkwardness).

 

Who Says?

For us, life is too complicated to live – but with godly interventions and our parents’ constant prayer and discipline – we just chose to accept our fate and live our faith for God and for others who’s watching us.

Who says that it’s easy to accept the pain brought by constant pinch here and spank there, when all you thought is your Tatay can’t do that to you? Who says that it’s easy to comprehend that you and your sister – and all your wrong doings – are the favorite illustration of your Tatay during worship service? Who says that it’s easy to understand that you have no constant neighbor because your family is always transferring? Who says that it’s easy to appreciate your dress, food, bed and everything when all you have is a second hand? Who says that it’s easy to understand that you are different from your classmates who are boasting with a bongascious celebration every Christmas and New Year when your family only kiss and greet each other and would sleep early during that time… and when New Year comes, you would fellowship over a portion of spaghetti, a portion of salad and lots of portions of different foods – which were all given by different members of the church… and your Tatay would say “Jesus is the star of this celebration!” and you were like, “duh, way ko my isulat sa Tala-arawan ko ay”. (Such an immature response.) Who says that it’s easy to believe that God is near when your Tatay is receiving death threats for being a bad influence in the neighborhood? Who says that it’s easy to accept the people who’s nagging about your failures and would question you where your faith is and all you have to say is “Oh com’n, its God’s will!!!” And who says that it’s easy to accept that they thought you are exemplary, you are perfect, you are faithful and you are your Tatay’s Kid and one single mistake would affect you the most negative way.

Surely it’s difficult. But why are we still here… as if those things are nothing? It’s because we are serving the King of Kings… the Lord of Lords… the Name above all name… and our sacrifices and aches are nothing compared to his undertakings in Mt. Calvary.

We don’t own something but we have everything… we can’t impress everybody but we know Jesus and His Father appreciates us… we will fail sometimes but He is there to help us realize that it’s okay, and that we deserve to stand up.

ImagePK – Blessed by the King

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Next Journal Entry:

The Start of A Rebellious Me

Realizing Rebellion is a Shame

-WK

5 Weird Tips to Ace CSE! :D

First, I would like to express my sincerest appreciation to the Lord for answering this prayer of mine. I don’t know if what’s His plan for me, I’m just soo clueless kun anhon ko ini nga illegibility. Lol. But I know, ky tungod gn grant nya ini, my plano gd sya. To God be all the Glory!!!

Here’s the proof : 😀

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So for some advices based on my experience before, during and after the CS Examination:

Una, biskan trip mo lang mag kuha (ky tungod na hagadan ka lang), i-realize mo gd kun hugot sa tagipusoon mo mag take sang exam ky mahal bala ang bayad. Gusto mo gd bala maka pasar? Pwes, pamati bati kana sa mga nakakuha na, for some Exam Spoilers. Makahatag na sila sang tips kun diin ikaw ayon ma-tutok tuon. As for me, I regretted the time nga nagbakal ko sang reviewer – naglingin lang ulo ko, gamay man lang dayon ang nagwa.

Ika duha, indi gd magsulay sa ulan week before the exam. Nag masakit ako before sang exam and medyo apektado ang akon pag ready the day na sang CSE. Indi gd maka bulig ang pagsulay2 kag pagpulaw2 samtang ga ready ka. hehe.

Ika tatlo, Magkaon gd sang manamit nga pag kaon kag mag vitamins gd before the exam. Mka bulig na kuha sang pressure sa imo samtang ga salimuan kaw panumdum sang mgwa.

Ika apat, mag relax gd before the exam and come before 7am sa exam venue. Nalate ako the day na sang exam – kundi ano ang gwa? SALA SALA ang Lola nyo eh. Ang tanan nga pagready ko, nag tabog tanan ky tungod na late ako. Being early could prevent some inconvenience, both sa mindset mo kag sa mga upod mo sa room.

Ika lima kag pina ka importante sa tanan – i-commit mo gd sa Ginoo ang tanan nga mga plano mo.. Biskan ano mo ka ready imo self kun indi para sa imo, indi Niya gd na pag ihatag. Biskan lain matyag mo, na late ka man, ukon gutom ka, kun ihatag nya, maka pasar ka gd na!

I hope nka bulig ko sa imo mga future takers! Congratulations gd sa mga nka pasar and sa wala, don’t worry, my exam pa sa April 2014. Relax and bring all the glory to God.

-WK

Blog #14: 6th National PK’s Camp II

Hello. Here’s my uber late PKs Camp blog. haha 😀 Please understand 😀

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Our Speakers: Ptr. Rehum Baldimor, Ptr. Balm Escobar & Ptr. Lumilang

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Naga enjoy gd kmi sa kada gab-e nga mga wali kag contests. So amo ni gali magtingob ang mga ulugtasan nga mga PKs sa mga Camp Contests. Lol

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Eh. Amo kmi ni sa Room 1. Hahaha.. Tingob sa kalan an. haha.. Notice the “Jesus paid it half” slogan, the PKs Execom mark down the XXL shirts’ prizes in half (maybe because of that. haha)

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Room 1 Ka kwelahan. Err. I missed you guys.

OUTING OUTING OUTING

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Thank you for the privilege nga mka kadto d sa manami nga Beach nga ini. haha

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Eh. Ang ka KJ ko ga andar gd biskan diin. T kundi wa ko ya ka dive dive ek ek. haha

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They are enjoying.. obviously. Zhar, Kat and Danah 😀

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Eh. I Missed you!!!

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Hi..

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PKs in the Philippines. Blessed by the King.

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Photo credits to owners.

Diary Entry: November 8, 2013.9:30pm

Diary Entry: November 8, 2013.9:30pm.

Yolanda

            Finally, I got some guts to write some nightmare in here.

            We expected Yolanda (Yollie) at around 8am that day, November 8, 2013 with signal #1 as its strength and 250kph as speed, as announced days prior to its landfall here in Panay Island. But to some unavoidable circumstances in the sky, Yollie changed direction and speed at around 7am that morning and news spread quickly that Northern Iloilo will already be expecting a signal #4 super typhoon at around 12nn-1pm that day. Due to some Filipino Blood in me, I became complacent and neglected the news and underestimated signal#4 because never in my mind and whole being that we are really at that danger (!!!). Fire truck roamed around our community and firemen warned us to get ready for the landfall of Yollie and that families near the seashore are forcibly evacuated to the evacuation centers. I laughed at the warning and still have the guts to talk about Napoles with my family rather than prepare for her arrival. After breakfast and still giving reviews to Napoles’ first senate hearing, there was a cruel “BANG” at our church’s left window and Gay and I covered our head and started panicking as Nanay shouts, “Pahigad na, basi madagdagan kita. Kaluya na na nga daan.”, pointing to the weak window, thinking that it would really collapse at that moment. After securing our safety, I realized that I acted crazy for overacting that way and duh it was uhm… nothing, but just a random strong wind. Gay joked that we’d rather buy some foods instead of worrying, so we happily bought some cheese-curls and candies and really not minding the arrival of Yollie. At around 9am, we laughed at the idea that Yollie was late because she’s a Pinay, and that she also observes the “Filipino Time” habit. 😀

            Tita Fely brought Oting and Marione to our care because she will help distribute the relief goods to the evacuees and so she couldn’t worry for her two kids. We literally consumed all of our food stocks that very moment and enjoyed it. In between that 30minutes after 9am, winds started to really blow, and rain showers occasionally. I was busy texting (though no reserved power at all) to my classmates, asking if how are they in their respective places and laughed at their replies that no sight of Yollie’s presence was felt and her signal #4 is way too weak than Frank’s signal#1.

            10am came, and winds began to blow stronger and still with only rain showers. Maybe, I expected flood just like Typhoon Frank’s, but no heavy rain enough to cause a big flood. Eventually, hours after, sights of bending trees, white sky, with silhouette of swaying coconut trees, mango trees, appeared at our very own eyes. And congrats to me, I started to panicked, until our neighbor shouted for help, that the large and heavy tree fell slightly parallel to the national highway. We shouted and called for Tatay’s attention (who at that time is busily updating Kol Boyet about the whatabouts of our place) to help Bebe align the tree to the convenience of the commuters, but failed to do so because of its size (with Nanay’s background shout for Tatay not to.) Meanwhile, a mango tree boasting with plenty of unripe fruits slanted to our neighbor’s house due to a strong west mountain wind. We cheered to warn him because anytime, the tree would fall directly to his kitchen. To prevent the tree from falling, he put 2 straight steels and a ladder to support it.

            12noon came and I could really really feel Yollie’s anger (to his ex, Frank), sweetened with text messages that she had already her landfall in San Dionisio, Iloilo which is only 4 municipalities away from my dear Banate. We watched the whole happenings at our window, as we awed in surprise that the well supported mango tree fell to the opposite direction, and twas because of “Hanging Habagat”. Literally, wind changes direction and tripled its strength. We could mistake it to a whirlwind. I can’t believe that somewhat the news we watch on television came to life – right before our eyes!! It’s very unbelievable and Marion started to ask, what was happening. Suddenly, one of our church’s right window gave up, and fell because of the constant swooshing and swashing of the wind. Gay cried (with no tears) while shouting “tay! ang bintana”. I ran to the window, speechless at first and then also shouted “Hala! Wala na ang bintana nga isa.” I immediately thought of the things inside the church that could possibly be reached by rain showers through the broken window. I hurriedly arranged the glass stand (leaving behind 2 electric fans and a stereo because I thought Yollie won’t get worse) and commanded Banban to arrange their room, and secure the important things from water.

            Tatay gathered us in our room to pray because we started to really panic after our neighbor’s fences (which is made of GI Sheets) piece by piece land at our lawn because the wind is unexplainably scary. It was like whistling. Tatay want back to his thing – checking for his books and covering them if needed – only to realize that a portion of their room’s roof is almost gone (with the wind). Hello sky.

            Suddenly, Inday Oting, Gay, and Marione bursted out crying, that was because they witnessed the wind carry the church’s roof upward and then brought it to any direction it wanted. I shouted “ano to?” after hearing only “hala and sin tay, nagtabog na ang sin!” and peeped to the window and also cry “waaaaah! Lord, and sin! Wala na atop ang simbahan Lord.” Then I hurriedly go out to tell Tatay that almost the half part of the roof is gone. Tatay and Nanay immediately went outside and witnessed the other part collapse.

            We were really surprised that Yollie had strong winds rather than the expected heavy rainfall. What more shocked us are the electric fans that we thought were safe at the edgiest part of the church, they were reached by rain by then. Ban2 and I couldn’t get it right away because of the fear that the remaining roof would fall anytime too. So we waited for about a minute and the wind began to calm down signaling that it’s time to rescue the electric fans. They were all wet and yet we still took them and wait for God’s miracle that it will still work. (By faith, it will.)

            I went back to the room, hearing the wind gets stronger again, looking at nowhere and they cried again, “Abaw, kadamo2 sin! Diin ina halin?” and my sister added, “tay, ang sin day Lola, ubos gid.” (The next day, we realized that it was the rest of our neighbor’s fences, not our Lola’s… we were trapped into it, because it piled up to our exit covering the well.) I wanted to feel numb. I don’t want to see the roof of the house that sheltered us for 13 years. But still, I lift my feet and peeped through the window and saw that the front wall of the old house was completely gone and that I could see directly the national highway.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to only sleep, but Marione awakened my senses, “Ate, ma untat na na karon no? Nagpray ko bal an kay Jesus gina…” while cuddling to a blanket which later I understand his only comfort while his Ates are busy worrying. Shame on me! How could this little child have that mustard seed and how dare me to worry too much. I answered, “huo to, mauntat na na karon ah. Ara si Jesus no? Ti, tulog ka lang da ha…” while caressing him and he went back to laying down. I wondered how this little child can understand the scenario when in fact the adults had a hard time understanding it. It’s his faith. He believes that the storm will stop soon, so that he could play outside.

Tatay signaled us to help them rearrange their things because the GI Sheets on their roof are gone, so that means, rain would go straight to their room. I quickly took his many barongs, polos and longsleeved shirts and dump it in Gay’s already chaotic room.

 

The church… the house… and even the littlest part of the compound were typhoon-stricken. Yollie-stricken. The sights of our ka-baranggays running in the streets (with their houses totally damaged), uprooted trees, gone church’s roof and houses wall ache my heart. But, I was overjoyed to see that no one in my family went home to Heaven ahead of me.

As the night draws nigh and Yollie’s goin’ away of Panay island, I thanked God that despite the damages, we are still safe and tonight, 10:30pm, I am about to sleep, beaming with hope that tomorrow, a shining and bright sun will greet my forehead.

Yollie came to teach me a heartfelt lesson (which I sometimes don’t mind and that a cliché always) – to stop worrying and to start praying – when things are out of control. Trusting God seizes Yollie, for He controls everything.

10:31pm. Deafening silence.

 

Ps. Way nagd sang mas tinong pa di Lord? Hehe J

     Bye Yollie… keep safe Palawan.