MY GOD COMPLETES ME

**originally written 2013


Lately, instead of parking right beside my office, I park behind the Insular Life building.  The reason is basic – 50 php vs. 30 php. 

Anyway, one early morning, it dawned on me that Insular Life building was the place where I directed Repertory League of International Christian Academy (REPLICA). Since I was a Theater grad, this production was a product of theory, hard work, sweat, passion, late-nights, and long rehearsals which I did not mind at all -- I actually loved every minute of it.

Aside from the beautiful memories I made in that show, I also remembered the night I sadly sat down inside my car while holding a bouquet of flowers my Production Manager gave me during the last curtain call.  

I was not upset because the play was a flop (the show was a hit) but because of a reality.  I believed God allowed me to feel and realize that no claps, standing ovation, praises, flowers, hugs and congratulations could make me “whole”.  In the beginning I was asking God on why I was not “on top of the world” after receiving positive comments? After mulling over and praying, God made me see that I can be only "full" in Him and with Him.

image not mine


I am not saying that we shouldn’t be celebrating victories.  What I am expressing is the things that we get from the world are temporary.  It would last.  It would end.  So, while we are at it, enjoy.  Include God in EVERY step.  Chew every bite of it.   Learn from all its ups and downs.  Because when it ends, it ends.  There is no way of coming back.

To end this “senti blog”, allow me to share this pop song of Britney Spears.  Ironic ba? Senti then Britney.  Well, so be it, let it be ironic.  Medyo related kasi.


LUCKY

Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for make-up, perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for
They go,
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say,

[Chorus]
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?

Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
They go,
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say,

[Chorus]

"Best actress, and the winner is, Lucky!"
"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lucky."
"Oh my god, here she comes!"

Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?