Plot Twist

Dear Baby,

It was 2 weeks prior to SanRem 8080 last year when I first learned about my pregnancy. SanRem 8080 was supposed to be my first dip into triathlon. I poured my heart into my training and I worked hard learning how to swim properly. A lot of times I risked my life during my long rides and did some run sessions even when I didn’t feel like doing it. The race was then fast approaching. I was excited and scared at the same time. Training was nearing completion. I even had a new pair of shades and a tri-suit ordered from the US no less.

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Then you happened. I was dumbfounded at first. I couldn’t believe it. My head was filled with many whys. “Why just now, Lord? I have a race in 2 weeks’ time for which I trained for several months. Why couldn’t this wait after the race”? I asked in my prayers.

I got a little teary-eyed because I felt like God was teasing me. For 3 years, we were trying to get pregnant but to no avail. And just when the race was going to happen and everything was ready, you came. Don’t get me wrong, baby. Please know that we prayed for you to come. Mama and Papa had been wanting to have you more than anything, more than the sport that we are passionate about.

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18 Weeks Pregnant

What happened served as a reminder to Mama and Papa. Most of the time, we tend to make our own agenda.  We lay our own plans and we plan out our lives as we desire. And at times we forget to commit what we plan or do to the master planner, our Lord Jesus. “Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.” – Proverbs 19:21. With this, I rested my case.

Moving on, we are excited to meet you, my firstborn. You are always loved and wanted. You are a miracle and a gift from God. We can only pray for you to grow healthy and strong. But for the meantime, bear with me for being emotional sometimes.

As for my quest to be a triathlete, I worry not. I still want to be one someday. I can always go back and finish the race that I haven’t started. For now, my priority is to become a great bearer of this life inside of me (that’s you) and be a good mother to you someday.

Love,

Mama

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The Impatient Woman Who Waited Patiently

When I was in high school, I promised to never engage in a romantic relationship til I turn 18. I was happy being single. That time, the idea of having a boyfriend didn’t cross my mind yet.

When I turned 22, I realized I was still NBSB (no boyfriend since birth), so I started to pray… passively.  It was the least of my priority.

My 25th, 26th and 27th birthdays have passed and I was still single. How can a 28 year-old woman be single? I was alarmed! I felt the need to pray for it seriously and consistently. I knew most of my major prayer requests were answered except for this one: a boyfriend!

So, I wrote down my checklist on the qualities of a man whom I want to marry. Was I too demanding? I guess I wasn’t. Was I asking for too much? I don’t think so. I believed, deep in my heart, that I deserved a good man.

I trust God and His timing but in my age I turned impatient and felt so hurt while going through the motions of waiting. I asked constantly, “Lord, what is wrong with me? I know I can be a little bit difficult, ill-tempered and snobbish at times but i knew a bunch of ill-mannered women who still successfully manage to end up with or marry a guy who can patiently put up with their difficult attitude? Are you preparing me (for the right person) or molding me (to be the right person)? I think I am prepared. Can’t you see, I am not young anymore?

“Am I childish? How do you measure maturity, by the way? You know, Lord, I’m responsible. You saw how I managed to carry the burdens set before me and you know how I sacrificed for my family.

“Yes, I met a lot of men, but we both know none of them is the ‘one’. I cannot compromise my standards especially to anyone who doesn’t take anything seriously. But I won’t give up now, not ever! I’ve waited long enough for me to give up.”

These thoughts were always part of my conversations with God. That’s how consumed I was with my own plans and desires but I am always reminded of the verse in Proverbs 19:21:  “Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.

On my knees, I cried out to Him every time i turn a year older. I never lost hope and confidence in God’s goodness, hoping that one day, my future husband will find me.

“Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.”

I waited a little longer. I didn’t just sit and wait though, I waited actively and enjoyed being single. I joined marathons, climbed mountains, traveled more often and met new crowd12243001_10153743563909712_8930259403073955931_n

When I just notched 30, Gerard and I found each other. Though his qualities do not perfectly match my checklist, I was certain he is beyond what I have prayed for.

I thank my friends who introduced me to running. Through running, and with the help of Facebook, our roads met.

Way back, I did not accept FB friend request if I did not know the person personally even if we have quite a number of common friends online. But since I started running, I started to approve friend requests from runners because I knew I would be meeting them on the roads or in running events soon.

One night in December 2013, as I rested after an exhausting day at work, I checked my FB account for pending friend requests. One of which was from Gerard. He added me in August 2013 but I only had the chance to accept the invite in December of that same year after I saw his running shoe photo. Our love story did not start there yet though. We were just FB friends that time and I never bothered to visit his profile page. I only noticed him because he liked everything I posted about running.

The spark started in March the following year when he posted a funny meme conversation from 9gag. I found it hilarious too that I couldn’t stop laughing. That time, I found Gerard witty and intelligently interesting. I then checked his page for the first time. There I saw his post the prior day about his struggles and heartaches in life. I knew his faith was shaken and I felt the need to share to him some passages from the Bible which also helped me when I experienced the same struggles he went through that time. So I dropped a comment on his status: “Psalms 73”. Of course, he took noticed of that one-liner.

We then talked about his family, about faith, of how lost he was and of how he wanted to reconnect with God. We also often discussed about running and his other sports, and how intrigued he was with me who has done a lot of ultramarathons while he only enlisted for “fun runs” with 8 kilometers as his longest feat. But our conversation did not end there. We shared our hearts out as if we could talk like till forever.

I felt weird because surprisingly, I knew in my heart that my “waiting” was over. Call me silly and overconfident but it was all real to me. With utmost confidence, I knew right there and then he is the “one” — the man that I have been waiting for. The following day, I told my office mates that I already met my future husband. As expected, they did not take it seriously which I absolutely understood. They thought I was just kidding especially I was known to be bubbly. I did not mind though.

After three months of “getting to know each other”, we agreed to get into a serious relationship.

Our story is definitely orchestrated by God – not the fairy tale kind –it is a kind that perfectly fits the adage that goes: “There’s glory in waiting.” 12341233_10153772681374712_2892366066045488337_n

Last November 8, 2015, my prayer was finally answered.12742018_10153946843904712_4577692598000924377_n

“Until now I do not understand why God doesn’t allow things to happen straightaway but everyday I continue to learn that He works things out in His perfect time.”

“There’s a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.”12741866_10153946859029712_3426504535496476217_n

To those who can relate: Hold on and keep the faith.

Disclaimer: I am in no way a good writer, so please bear with my simplicity and limited vocabulary.