Oct. 7, Saturday, my body was jolted by a fever.  I practically slept throughout that Saturday to Sunday afternoon with no relief from my fever in sight.

That Sunday night I was uncomfortable, tossing and turning like a lechon, my fever was averaging 101 all the way through Tuesday morning.

Good thing Lianne brought me to the urgent care and the doctor prescribed motrin and antibiotics. 

Sang my heart out that early morning as I was impatiently waiting for my fever to break.  2:30 am, I lifted my hands and start singing "majesty" and "He is Lord".  I knew then God has given me my healing.

At 6:30 am Tuesday, my fever broke and my body started to sweat.  Yey!  It was only that Tuesday that I also realized I really had a sore tonsils.

I couldnt eat even if I wanted to.

So I was on a tight diet.  I thought I didn't want to eat that Monday.  By Tuesday, I realized I cannot eat.  So I was reeling hunger pangs from Tuesday till Saturday.

Saturday night, I got my breakthrough.  Yey!  The Lord doesn't want me to suffer being in a bday party.  So I got my appetite and my tonsils back. 

Am eating again!

Yum!!!!

Thank GOD!

Last Sunday I went to PCF-LA to attend the Praise Marathon.  I figured, it would be a good exchange since I wasn't able to go to the church service because of the Family BBQ at the Villa.

One of the members greeted me and asked me how I was.  I proudly told her that I am engaged and will get married next year.

She hugged me tightly and told me again and again "You are favored of God!"

And my brain was like, "me?  Favored of God?  Really?"

I graciously smiled and thanked her.  I feel like something precious was given to me but I don't know how I got it nor what to do with it.

Awkward.  That's the word.  Not bad, not wierd, just awkward.

Anyway, I went through the Praise Marathon and my heart was just longing to sing and lead God's people.  (And I also know by the time I will be up there, I'll be longing to be just a worshipper than a worshipper/leader)

After the marathon, the same lady hugged me again and told me that like begets like.  She said something like the same type of people are drawn to each other regardless the fact that they don't really know each other. 

She went on saying that people doesn't understand me because I tell them that the stars bow down to me.  People doesn't accept me because I proclaim that the moon bows down to me.   THen she referred to Joseph's experience. 

As she hugged me tight, she was shaking!  Like shaking!!!  And she told me that God's annointing flows through me.

After awhile, she prayed for me and told me "You are the watchman of the church"

I was taken aback because the verses in Ezekiel has been very precious to me.

favored of God

Annointed

Watchman of the church.

Wow.

Save this date!

For the past few days, I have this save the date project that I am working on.  It turned out to be awesome.  And of course, Gummybear approved 100%!

It is a DIY project.

Took a long look at our pictures, jazz it up a bit.  Put it in a business card template.  Create an initial design.  Look at it again and realized, "hmmm... parang pangit ata!"

In between deadlines at work, I tried to relax by working on the save-the-date design.  True enough, my brains functions at the last minute (bbbaaaaaaadddd!!!  Tsk!  Why am I like this?!!!)

My current design came about during pressure. 

So the next question was, the design looked too plain on paper, I need something to add to it.

I experimented with sand, paint etc... and it just didn't worked.

Good thing out of being a true-bonafide-girl-scout-of-the-philippines, I had bought a photopaper from one of my trips at Dollar Tree.  At $1, I had 8 pcs of glossy paper.

I tried to print it and voila!  Praise God, the glossy paper did justice to my DIY project. 

Friday,   I have the  magnets!!! 

So now, my little fridge is covered with magnets.  Hahahaha!

*I love my work!*

I was called to help an elderly lady in my work.  Gertrude is a refine woman.  Having travelled during her early years,  she has a knack for writing and collecting artifacts from all her travels. 

Last Friday, she required assistance to her computer.  It wasn't hard to do.  I just made sure all of the wires are intact then restarted the whole system.  I promised her that if she is getting a DSL, I'll be more than happy to help.

"Oh, how could I pay you?"

"You don't need to pay me anything.  I am here to help,"  I replied "just be happy here and I am happy"

"I must give you something!"

And I vehemently insisted that she should not bother.  After all, helping the resident is part of my job.  I do get paid by doing so.

"I'd like to give you something.  DO you like beautiful things?"

I got confused with that question.  Beautiful things?  What is that?

On her drawer she carefully dusted a small porcelain dish, very victorian in nature. 

"This was from the 1800's.  It belonged to my grandmother.  She gave it to me.  I am giving it to you"

I looked at this dainty dish.  I may not be a sucker for little victorian stuff, but I am such a sentimental person.  All I know that what she's giving me is precious.  A memory.

"I cannot have this.  You don't have to worry about it.  This is from your grandmother.  It's full of memories.  You don't have to pay me"

"I had it long enough and besides I have a lot of stuff.  I have to dispose it one way or another," then she carefully wrapped the dish with tissue and a bubble wrap, "make sure to handle it very carefully!"

I held it in awe and wonder.  She wasn't joking when she told me it was precious.  If it wasn't precious, she wouldn't handle that dish with care.

So now, Gertrude's dish is in my room.  Still in awe and wonder how a loving heart could be so giving. 

What will I do with this?  The dish, made in Germany, is antique and quite exquisite in its painting.

Ahhhh, spiritual lesson!

God has handed to us a very precious commodity called salvation. 

Oddly enough, just like me with that victorian plate, we don't know what to do with it.  We don't know the weight and the extent of it's pricelessness.