Coach Jeth

It's been a Filipino tradition during Holy Thursday to visit seven churches as penance. It has now been expanded where people also get to say the Stations of the Cross . Never did I do that, and this year, I decided to spend the rest of the day visiting churches, reflect and pray. I spent the day with Tina, a good friend, going from one churches to another. The experience was not just about praying to God and asking for forgiveness and thanking Him for his glory and gratefulness, but also reminiscing a wonderful experience I had had for the last 28 years of existence. 1. Padre Pio Church, Libis, Quezon City Tina has been a devotee of this Church and has always visited this every Sunday. The place was serene, air conditioned and I would say, intended for those with sickness and needs healing. They have wheel chairs readily available for those in need. And I thought, my brother needs it. 2. Holy Family Chapel, Eastwood, Quezon City I remember Meliza, an old friend fro

How can she fight for love that she knew from the start who’s going to lose? How can she ever grow in a relationship when she knew someone is going to get hurt? There isn't a wrong love, But loving at a wrong time. She can't plan who or when to love. And sometimes whoever the person she knew she can't fall in love with, is the same person she’s been longing to be with. And true enough, it is hard to fall in love to someone who belongs to someone else. It is indeed hard to take chances on a relationship if she has nothing to hold on to. Yes she can be happy but each moment is full of insecurity and anxiety, fears and doubts that she knows someday you will be gone. She might have asked "What am I to you? Do I have a space in your heart?" She’s not sure if love is just enough and until when can you love her… Indeed, she is always delighted to be with you, but happiness isn't just about two hearts being together, but having the peace of mind and p

I got this from somewhere and I thought you'd also be interested in reading this too. It is indeed God's plan for to be with someone whom He wants us to spend the rest of our lives with. As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years. The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago. It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her moth