Savor Each Moment

I learned to savor each moment the day I almost lost my husband.

As a stay-at-home mom for only 6 months now, it seems that I am not yet used to being at home 24/7. Yes I enjoy being with my son, being able to witness his milestones, and being able to manage our household full-time. But most of the time, I still find myself getting bored and wishing that I am doing something else other than being a full-time wife and mom.

I often wake up feeling lazy thinking that I will be doing the same things again.

I feel sad every Sunday evening because my husband will be going to work early morning the next day and the next four days.

I often wish that my son would take naps twice a day so that I could finish all household chores.

I usually get frustrated when I don’t get to do some chores because my son wants to play with me all day.

I sometimes feel so tired at the end of the day that I look forward to sleeping instead of enjoying family time.

I consider my days staying at home as “ordinary days.”

I look forward to weekends, holidays, or out-of-town trips so much that I take my “ordinary days” for granted.

I realized that I’ve been feeling this way until something happened two weeks ago. I almost lost my husband. He met an accident while riding his motorcycle, resulting in bone fracture and wounds. We were so down in all aspects. Just when we were about to feel hopeless, God reminded us that He is our hope. That He is with us always. That this is just one of the trials while we’re still in this imperfect world. That trials make our faith stronger. That this trial will result in a deeper faith and relationship with Him. That what happened has a purpose. That this circumstance will teach us lots of life lessons that we won’t learn from good times. That we shouldn’t focus on thinking of the past (what could have been done to prevent the accident) or the future (what will happen to us the next days, weeks, months). That we should focus on the present.

And so on those difficult days, I learned to appreciate each moment. The moment my husband called me that he met an accident— I felt worried but was comforted that he was the one who called me which means that he is alive! The time that the x-ray results showed that he had a bone fracture and he needed a major operation— I cried in frustration, felt sorry for him, and worried about finances, but was relieved by the fact that the damage can still be fixed and everything can get back to normal after some time. The day that he underwent operation— I felt helpless that I could not do anything to lessen the pain he was suffering after the surgery but was thankful that the operation was successful and what he was feeling was just normal. The day we needed to settle our hospital bills— I felt down because of the hospitalization cost but was encouraged that our family and friends were so generous to help us out. The day we could finally leave the hospital and go home— I felt anxious about our set-up at home for the weeks or months to come but was comforted that our family members are very willing to assist us. Yes, I learned to appreciate those moments. I learned to be grateful for each day.

Now that my “ordinary days” are gone for a while, I honestly miss them. Because having those “ordinary days” means that the accident did not happen. I realized that I failed to savor those days. So now, by God’s grace I choose to enjoy each day. Yesterday, as my son sat on his father’s lap reading a book, I chose to happily watch them (and quickly got my phone and took a picture) even though I was tempted to fix the toys in the play area. Today as I sit beside my husband, I choose to celebrate and make the most out of this time.

Let’s appreciate the present. Be grateful for God’s grace and blessing every day. The fact that you wake up in the morning is already something to be thankful for. Let’s not miss the moments of today. Every breathing second is a miracle.

Savor each moment. Be grateful for each day. Live in the present. Live each day as if it is the last.

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12

PS. Taking this opportunity to express how thankful we are to our parents and our siblings who are very generous of their finances, service, time, support, and love. Thank you for taking care of Tomi. We thank God for your lives! We don’t know how to repay everything you’re doing for us. May God bless you abundantly! We are also very grateful to our relatives, churchmates, and friends who extended help, visited us, and encouraged us through messages. We also thank you for your prayers! Thank you very much also to the doctors, nurses, and everyone in TPH and JMC, and to everyone from Tarlac City CDRRMO who assisted us, as well as to the people in the two ambulances who helped transport Melvin to the hospital. Thank you for your kindness! May God bless you all! And to our God who is our Hope, Refuge, Strength, Provider, Healer, and our good good Father, thank You! All praises and glory to You alone!

-Bubbles, 11/20/18

Just Wait

I previously posted an article (https://melvinbubbles.com/2015/12/02/remembering-october-2-2015/) about what happened hours before Melvin’s proposal on the night of October 2, 2015. Now, here’s a post about what happened (or more of what I thought and felt) days before that wonderful night of celebration.

Even at the very start of our relationship, we already had marriage in mind. We agreed to pray for it and seek if God would will for us to end up in marriage. Marriage was the goal. I can still vividly remember the day we went to our pastor to tell him about us and how he prayed for us, asking God to let our love grow. After telling him about our plans, I can still remember him saying “matagal yata ang 2 years (of praying), ‘nak.” 

God has been with us since day one (exactly two years ago today 🙂 ). Our so-called “anniversary” is more of a marker of our time of praying about His plans for the two of us than a typical commemoration. After a year, things became clearer. God seemed to be leading us toward what we’ve been praying for. I must admit, after a year and several months, I was expecting that we would finally and formally and seriously talk about marriage. Casually, he started asking me if I was willing to marry him anytime soon and if we could already set a date.

August and September 2015 came and many character-building events happened. We learned to pray more and stretch our faith. We learned to trust God even more. The highlight of this season was his change of workplace. During those moments, I must admit, my desire to plan for marriage grew stronger. But I thought it wasn’t the perfect time yet.

On the day he got hired in the company he’s now working with, I received a random text message from my sister asking if I could still recall the size of the ring set we bought months ago, explaining that she wanted to order a ring set in Zalora. Call me assuming, but I really felt something unusual. I knew that it was not really my sister who needed to know our (or should I say, MY) ring size, but the one who I was praying with. Because of excitement, I made a way to confirm my hunch. And I was right!!! He was already planning to propose marriage. The good thing was that I wasn’t able to find out all of the information (the specific plan, the date, etc.). Thank God, I was able to control myself from doing further investigation! Hehe. But… The bad thing about my super excitement about the proposal was that I kept on thinking about it and when it would happen. Every weekend for several weeks, I expected that he would invite me over dinner and finally propose. But every time I expected it, it didn’t happen. Natatawa na ako sa sarili ko… At naiinis. Hehe. I found it funny, but at the same time I was already battling with myself, telling myself that I should stop expecting. I kept on praying and asking God to take control of my mind and heart because each time it didn’t happen, I somehow felt frustrated.

God answered my prayers! I started to stop expecting and just relax and wait. When I wasn’t expecting, it did happen. On October 2, 2015, I was just happy spending time with him on a Friday ‘coz we usually spend time together during weekends only. When I stopped expecting and getting frustrated, God let it happen. And it was a perfect time.

Lesson learned: Be still and just wait.

I must admit that I’m the type of person who tends to become impatient when lining up in ATMs or supermarkets. I easily get bored when I have to wait for someone (my sister knows this). When something stops working, I try to fix it. When things go wrong, I find solutions. Relaxing or doing nothing tends to be my last option. In the process, I get irritated, stressed out, and frustrated. That’s how I felt when I did something to find out about the proposal. But when

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I learned to just relax and wait, God uncovered a beautiful surprise.

I’ve been teaching my pupils to learn how to wait- wait in line, wait for their turn, wait for their sundo, etc.- since I started working as a preschool teacher in 2011. It’s just ironic that I am still learning it myself. We’re not too old for this kind of learning, are we? 😉

-Bubbles

December 16, 2015

11:07PM

While I’m Waiting

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

-1 Cor 13:7-

We set up this verse from the Bible as the foundation of our relationship because these words describe the setbacks, struggles, rewards and glory of waiting.

As a child, had you ever experienced seeing your dining table with chocolate cakes, ice creams, sweets and candies all set and ready? Did you ever feel the frustration of seeing a note from your parents telling you to wait for them before the first bite? Or do you recall the time you had to spend waiting under the shade of the tree just to unwrap that Christmas present? These things and so much more, we can all relate with that feeling of frustration and longing.

We know it’s more than cupcakes or presents. Every boy knows that when he likes her, he’ll chase her and that’s normal. Coming from an all-boy-school, I already heard a lot of ‘chasing’ stories back from 6th grade and I’ve been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

At the peak of what I think my restless and emotional ‘quest’, He found me. And unfortunately, I realized that I don’t have to do what the other boys were doing. I won’t be able to tell my son the story on how I got a girlfriend in secondary school.

He didn’t just find me; He taught me bit by bit until I learned and until I surrendered. In our walk together, He preserved me and in our journey, He led me. Not knowing He is slowly leading me to the love of my life. I didn’t understand then but it’ll be another stage of training which requires patience and faith. (Yes, my son, I never had a girlfriend in tertiary.) I describe those years of waiting as among the most formative years of my life. I learned that you have to withdraw affection in order to prove your sincerity and indeed in silence, God speaks.

 

“When you are caught at the mercy of waiting, make sure you won’t neglect what God must have been telling you-that’s a treasure yet to be unveiled right before your eyes. Yes it maybe worth more than what you’re waiting for.” -bannedartist 29-09-11

Just when the time was right, I saw the green light and I felt the tap. It surely was, and is still, a great partnership. How could she refuse if I learned from her Father? *insert batman grin here*

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This is my post in my own blog 4 years ago. It’s her birthday then but I have to stay on the sidelines

Today, since 2 years ago, our hearts are one in praying and waiting for that big day. And on that day we desire only one Name to be praised and lifted.

My heart is also in gratitude to those who are with us since day one. We thank God upon remembrance of you.

-Melvin

Remembering October 2, 2015

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Around this time, exactly two months ago, Melvin and I were in our house, together with our family, close relatives, and close friends, celebrating his proposal and our engagement. During that precious moment, my heart was full of joy and peace.

Let me take you back a few hours (and later, days) before the night of October 2, 2015.

It was an ordinary Friday – no special occasions – except that classes got cancelled due to bad weather and Melvin was in Tarlac because his new work hadn’t started yet. These situations made it possible for us to go to SM Clark, for a change.

I remember asking him what time he would pick me up that day. After lunch was the answer I expected but no, he said 10:00am. I was a bit surprised because it was early for our usual dates, but I agreed anyway, thinking that he would be leaving for Australia after several days for his training and that day would be an opportunity to spend some quality time. 🙂

So I started preparing and finished around 9:30am. He then informed me that he would arrive later than our agreed time, explaining that he had to wait for his sister and drop her off at the dentist. He picked me up at around 11:00am. (No issues, we don’t usually argue over matters of this kind. 🙂 )

In all fairness, I didn’t have any hint that there was a surprise planned for me. All the time we were in SM Clark I did not notice anything suspicious… not until we were heading back to Tarlac. My sister texted me specific details such as where she was going and that I should go home early because Mommy might get home earlier than all of us (which is a situation we always try to avoid. Hehe). Then just a few minutes after, Mommy texted me that she already got home, and she invited Melvin and I to have dinner at home. Again after a few minutes, Mommy texted me a long message, explaining that she went out for a while to assist a workmate but would be back for dinner and so we still had to come home and just wait for her. While on our way home, my sister kept updating me about her whereabouts and asking me where I was. Because of these, I started to think that something unusual was going on. I began to tell Melvin that my family members’ actions seemed unusual, like my mom who rarely sends long messages because she prefers calling, and my sister who rarely updates me when we’re away. Besides these, I still had many questions and to all of these, Melvin remained silent (which is just normal hehe).

As we were travelling home, something popped into my mind. Could this be the day that he’s going to propose? As we were getting closer to our house, my suspicion was getting stronger. When we finally got home, my hunch got confirmed (but I didn’t tell him). I saw my brother’s room brightly lit (which is unusual), and I saw flowers attached to our kitchen door. Ma-feeling na kung ma-feeling pero, I knew it. Hehe. But still I didn’t tell him that I knew it already.

The car stopped right in front of our gate, just like the way he normally does when he drops me home. Then, he suddenly asked me to get the box of the wrist watch he was wearing from the glove compartment of the car. I found that weird and so I pretended that I didn’t hear what he said. Because I didn’t move, he had no choice but to get it himself. So he got the box, opened it, and I was right! Hehe. Even though I already had an idea, I still didn’t know how to react. I was so happy, so nervous, so excited, all at the same time! He held the ring, and gave his speech (hehe), which I barely heard that moment because of my mixed emotions. But of course, I was able to process everything he said minutes after the magical moment. Hehe. I admire Melvin because of many things, but by far I admire him most for what he said during that night. He was very sincere and honest. I didn’t hear the usual proposal line “Will you marry me?” but I did hear a real proposal. A proposal of what he prays for and hopes to happen to his future and to ours. A proposal of what he is willing to give and do to make his hopes come true. A proposal of the specific plans he desires to make with me, if the Lord wills. His last line was a statement, telling me that the decision was mine to make, whether or not I was willing to accept and agree with his proposal. My answer was not yes. I answered, “syempre!” I went down the car, shivering because of mixed emotions and unbelief that everything was happening for real! As we entered the gate of our house, I was already expecting that something and some people were waiting for us inside. I was right. As I turned on the lights, happy people excitedly greeted and congratulated us! I saw my cousins, siblings, and close church friends. I felt so overjoyed that I got teary-eyed, but then people started coming out of our rooms, one by one. Funny, pero nahiya akong umiyak dahil ang dami palang tao. Hehe. I was so surprised to see his parents, relatives, my relatives, and our church friends who came to celebrate with us. It was an instant engagement dinner!

We enjoyed the fellowship that night and I had fun discovering all their planning and preparations. I really appreciated every little detail revealed to me, just like the story behind the pink lemonade (Melvin and his sister Krisa had gone to different supermarkets in Metro Manila just to find pink lemonade! They found one at SM Megamall, with only two containers left!). I discovered how they had been carefully preparing the past days, mindful that I won’t have any single hint about their plans. They told me how problematic they had become when my work got cancelled that day due to bad weather, because it meant that I would be staying home the whole day. To get rid of me, Melvin scheduled our date as early as 10:00am but picked me up at 11:00am because he had to drop his sisters at our church friend’s house to make some preparations. I had no idea that Ate Ems was all the while waiting for me to leave home so she could prepare lunch for our church friends who would be arriving to start the preparations. While we were at SM Clark, there were people at home busy preparing and excitedly waiting. My heart melted knowing that there were people willing to do those things for me, for us.

The proposal and engagement celebration was a glimpse of how God worked in our relationship. We’re not that romantic, but we are sincere. We’re not alone in our relationship, but we have a community guiding and supporting us. Our relationship is one of the many displays of God’s grace in our lives.

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I will take you back a few days before the night of October 2, 2015 in my next post. Stay tuned! 🙂

-Bubbles

December 2, 2015 | 10:13PM

 

 

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