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Hello! Hope you can pass by at the 2nd Floor Feast Books Booth so I can sign your copies of “unwritten” and “Champions”. Excited to meet you! Tambay lang ako dito sa tabi-tabi hahaha. 🤭 #projectbeautifulwords #unwritten #champions (at SMX Convention Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5J1R-qANlz/?igshid=1h0pry813olud
And it is done. Finished. Written. Published. Launched. Today, it has gone to the hands of the writers who dream of writing and finishing their books. It is done. This book has been stalled, abandoned, given up on. But still it’s been written. And if I could do it, you could do it too. “unwritten: the 5 reasons why your dream book is still a dream, and the 5 sure-fire steps to help you write and finish it” is launching here at the Kerygma Conference. Book signing tomorrow at Feast Books Booth, 2F pre-con lobby, 12:10PM. 😊 See you there! P.S. You can also get signed copies via bit.ly/unwrittenbook if you’re not attending the Kerygma Conference. Excited to see your dream books come to life! #projectbeautifulwords #unwritten #kerygmaconference #kcon2019 (at SMX Convention Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5IC1pUAyGD/?igshid=1sjwf84wtyize
Stranger. Preacher. Idol. Inspiration. Boss. Mentor. Supporter. Friend. I was a little girl when I was brought to this super weird event in Ultra. People were raising their hands while singing songs about God. There were people in wheelchairs who suddenly stood up. Everyone was crying and praising and shouting and clapping and it was so loud. I didn’t understand what was going on. In the middle of it all, there was this man who spoke with such authority and wisdom and love, and it was the first time I heard God speak to my heart. He was a stranger then. He is a beloved mentor and friend now. I could write a thousand beautiful words about this man who’s always been supportive and trusting, and kind and generous to me, and still arrive at this one simple description: Tito Bo is Jesus to me, and to thousands of people. How amazing is it I get to serve with him now as one of the speakers in the same weird event that I attended many, many years ago? The Lord thinks He’s very witty that way. All is grace. All is grace. All is grace. #projectkaladkarren #projectbeautifulwords #kerygmaconference #brave (at Chef Jessie's Place) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3r2OBrgFMh/?igshid=1ad3xcynfat15
Look beyond. Better things are coming. I’ve been struggling with my writing for a long time now, but all is well. The struggle is part of the process. And it’s never meant to last. We overcome, we overcome. Not in a day. Not all at once. Not in a long while. But we try, little by little. One more time. One more day. We try until we come out winners. Tomorrow I go under. All is well, all is well. The struggle was difficult, but necessary for the win. Tomorrow I go out, I go under, but when I come back, it is done. It is time. It is time. See you on the other side. (un)written is ready to launch soon. Thank You, Jesus. 🙏🏼 #projectkaladkarren #projectbeautifulwords #unwritten #amwriting #writing #writingretreat #donotdisturb P.S. Do you want to know how to embrace the struggles in the writing process, and how to overcome? Join me and my friends on Oct. 5 in a fundraising writing workshop, (un)written: a writing workshop for the broken and the brave. Link in my bio, or register via bit.ly/unwrittenworkshop https://www.instagram.com/p/B24XRzGgpvz/?igshid=54jjsd8wwhti
The thing is, no flower blooms overnight. No seed sprouts in a single day. No tree grows up to be tall in a short time. The truth is, every seed spends quite a lot of time buried underground, stuck in the dark for a long time, before it sees the light of day. If it’s too dark, too heavy, too dreary right now, don’t lose hope. Keep the faith. God does not rush things, but He’s doing something from above. He’s watering the ground He planted you in. He’s taking care of you. You’ll bloom. Soon. #projectbeautifulwords #projectkaladkarren (at The Lawrence Lowell Telescope) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1xmx0-gCw_/?igshid=bta5xppjqxck
I haven’t been very social for months. Maybe since the beginning of the year, actually. Most days I’d prefer to just stay at home to read or write. There’s more reading than writing, to be honest. More hiding beneath the covers when the day is over, or when the week is ending. I had neither the energy, willingness, nor desire to do anything else. I was bothered at first. I wasn’t used to being still, to being calm, to not feeling that fire in my veins that would propel me to do, do, do. I felt like something was wrong with me because I didn’t feel like doing anything. It took me a long time to accept that maybe a person’s worth isn’t based on what he/she could produce or accomplish. It took me a long time to accept that it’s okay to maybe, just /be/. But seasons change and things change. People change and feelings change. It’s good to pause, to be still, to just be. But somehow, we have to move. Get up. Show up. Open up. Because life is meant to be lived to the fullest. Maybe not always with passion or fire or thunderstorms or spectacle. Sometimes, maybe with the quiet drive and commitment to just live with peace, with joy, with love. And then, also, as we live, we let live too. We love others too. Because otherwise, if we just pass by through life, then what’s the point? So yes. Get up in the mornings. Show up in the gatherings. And open up to receive the love and the blessings. That’s it. That’s the post. #projectbeautifulwords #projectkaladkarren (at Eggs for Breakfast) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1D1PPwARbt/?igshid=1degrrwejjo6b
Not a lot of good shots. Just a lot of good memories, from tonight and from all of the twenty years I’ve been in love with them and their music. Westlife was never just a band to me. Westlife has always been love and stories and growing up. It’s always been about making sense of heartbreaks, about building worlds, and writing people, and telling stories. Even these past few weeks, I’ve picked up my pen and started writing again, with the help of their music. Thank you for the twenty years, Westlife. Thank you for going through life with me. Thank you for helping me write my stories. And thank you for bringing me back to all those years tonight. #projectbeautifulwords #westlifetwentytour #thetwentytour #westlife #titasofmanilanakaVIPna (at Smart Araneta Coliseum) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0geNJkADUv/?igshid=1neiasvej8d3t
Throwback to that time I played and ran and jumped on a frozen lake. Time, like the lake, was frozen on those days. The world continued to spin, and I continued to pause. Now, time continues to move. Sometimes slow, often fast. Often, in a rush. And what do I have? Stories and things, buried, but waiting. Time is moving, moving fast. But all is well, all is well. I’ve got time, all is well. #projectbeautifulwords #projectkaladkarren #throwback (at Mammoth Lakes, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzeeExeAeyn/?igshid=1arsopvdqevhh
