PYC 2014: Experience

The faith-strengthening, four years have been gone with the wind. Time really flies! It’s been almost four years since the last time Philippine Youth for Christ was held at AUP campus.

For the two consecutive years, 2009 & 2010, there had been a lot of exquisite experiences gained through this meaningful event. I was personally blessed beyond compare!

The music and messages during PYC, especially on 2010’s EMPOWERED were remarkable and unforgettable! I’m privileged having been given a part to render special music, be in the choir, to share the joy of music ministry with the music committee. Hence, the theme song, sang by the choir and the congregation sets ablaze my desire to serve the soon-coming King, every time I hear it.

Do you still memorize it by heart, or at least know any part of the lyrics and its melody?

"We are empowered by the Spirit of God..." the ember is set ablaze every time the song plays in the mind. A remarkable music of my soul.

“We are empowered by the Spirit of God…”
The ember is set ablaze every time the song plays in the mind. A remarkable music of my soul.

For sure, for those who’ve experienced the PYC 2009 and PYC 2010 have memorable experiences to share.

Were you there? Were you blessed? What did you do with your experience?

Were you there?
Were you blessed?
What did you do with your experience?

How about making new memories, being part of PYC 2014: EXPERIENCE? More likely, most of you have been praying for a meaningful memoir to carry on and to share in 2015. Here’s a very meaningful experience that would revive, revitalize and refresh the spirit.

Channels of blessings and messages

Channels of blessings and messages.

It’s not yet late to register, if you haven’t secured a slot yet. Hurry! It’s only 11 days before the big day!

Registration update, three days ago.

Registration update, three days ago.

For more queries, visit the FB page of PYC, and contact the registration committee through the numbers included in the poster:

Philippine Youth for Christ “Experience” 2014

© 2014 LAF

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Irony of Life

"Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't."

“Life has to end,” she said. “Love doesn’t.”

During my late father’s wake and after the burial, I felt again heaven’s comfort. I just cried big time after learning that my papa suddenly rested in peace in my mama’s loving arms, and when we informed that to my younger siblings.

A close friend was kinda worried coz I seemed chill even I’ve got a sudden loss. I never cried all throughout even during his internment and after. I guess, my tear ducts were just drained after profound losses. I had chosen to surrender the turbulence within and were granted peace.

“Take time to grieve”, he said. “Breakdown if you need to…cry and let go of the pain…then stand and go on with life…”. It’s one of the most comforting advices, knowing how true that it’s essential part of life. After all, tears are a language which Jesus understands.
For no one understands like Jesus! He’s a friend beyond compare.

Here’s my sister Zola’s gift to my mom, I appreciate it so much. I also spend time contemplatively reading the therapeutic messages and testimonials of others who’ve gone the same predicament.
Then, it dawned on me, I will be more vulnerable today, remembering Papa Benny’s 1st death anniversary, and 11 days later, my late sister Leah’s 2nd.

Learning the healthy way to grieve. :)

Learning the healthy way to grieve. :)

There’s Joy in the Morning

I love brisk walking as much as I love running. It’s very interesting how this tree arrested my attention from afar.
Ironically, the tree seemed dying, having been bald of its leaves of verdure. Yet, some of its flowers bloom gracefully. What a prolific illustration of the season of life!
As long as we’re rooted and grounded in Jesus, our Loving Gardener, we’ll still bloom amid the storm of life. We can defy the withering due to crazy weather as well!

Almost bald of its leaves of verdure, yet its flowers bloom gracefully. What an irony!

Almost bald of its leaves of verdure, yet its flowers bloom gracefully. What an irony!

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The Love of a Mother and Her 3 Year-old Daughter, who Were Attacked With Acid by Their Husband/Father


Haunting and horrible! Yet, I can see the beauty of the mother radiating despite her ruined face and deep pain inside. It’s ironic that I can see the vibrant smile of Rana. She’s an angelic creature!

These portraits speak a million words. Reality of an abusive, ill-passion driven husband. Does he have a heart? Yeah, maybe already petrified one. This is a post of miracles! The unconditional love of the mother, the innocence of the child, the grievous and hideous consequence of SIN, and God’s presence and intervention.

“Where is God when it hurts?” This question reverberated again.

He’s there.

“Bear one another’s burdens, the Bible says. It is a lesson about pain that we all can agree on. Some of us will not see pain as a gift; some will always accuse God of being unfair for allowing it. But, the fact is, pain and suffering are here among us, and we need to respond in some way. The response Jesus gave was to bear the burdens of those he touched. To live in the world as his body, his emotional incarnation, we must follow his example. The image of the body accurately portrays how God is working in the world. Sometimes he does enter in, occasionally by performing miracles, and often by giving supernatural strength to those in need. But mainly he relies on us, his agents, to do his work in the world.We are asked to live out the life of Christ in the world, not just to refer back to it or describe it.We announce his message, work for justice, pray for mercy . . . and suffer with the sufferers.”
Philip Yancey, Where Is God When It Hurts?


If I were much hurt with this documentary post, how much more her family, their true family? My prayers ascend for them and the fund raising campaign, much more for justice!

I commend Ebraim for his exceptional shots and expertise! I support your cause!

Originally posted on Kindness Blog:

Somayeh Mehri (29) and Rana Afghanipour (3) are a mother and daughter living in Bam, southern Iran.

They were attacked with acid by Somayeh’s husband Amir.

Somayeh Mehri (29) with her daughter Rana Afghanipour Somayeh Mehri (29) and her daughter Rana Afghanipour (3) give each other a kiss. Since their disfigurement in an acid attack, they say, others don’t like to kiss them.

Somayeh had frequently been beaten and locked up by her husband, and finally found the courage to ask for a divorce. Amir warned her that if she persisted in her attempts to leave him, she would not live out life with the face she had.

One night in June 2011, he poured acid on Somayeh and Rana as they slept. Somayeh’s and Rana’s faces, hands, and, in places, their bodies were severely burned. Somayeh was blinded, and Rana lost one of her eyes.

Somayeh Mehri (29) and Rana Afghanipour

Somayeh’s father sold his land in order to raise money to pay…

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Off the Shelf

Off the Shelf

“Take a look at your bookcase. If you had enough free time, which book would be the first one you’d like to reread? Why?”


Well, though I’m in a hurry this time to post my daily musing, I’ll take time to answer this question from the daily post.

I have enormous books in the shelf which I wanna reread! Mitch Albom’s books are on the top list.

  • The First Phone Call from Heaven
  • Tuesdays with Morrie
  • For One More Day
  • The Five People You Meet in Heaven (I don’t have my copy, from a friend’s shelf)


“Helping the Yolanda victims is answering a phone call from heaven.” ~ Mitch Albom

Caught in the Act, taken at the Toastbox in Solenad 2, Nuvali just last week. Rereading, actually :)

Caught in the Act, taken at the Toastbox in Solenad 2, Nuvali just last week. Rereading, actually :)

Obviously, Mitch Albom’s recent book has been my top favorite among his master pieces! I also love Tuesdays with Morrie big time! There’s a greater reason behind why I love it the most, not to mention, it’s simply profound!

Love at first sight, to exaggerate!

Love at first sight, to exaggerate!

Mitch Albom visited our country, not only to give huge amount of money for the Yolanda victims through National Bookstore Foundation and Yellow Boat of Hope Foundation, but also to promote his new book earlier this year. I have a lot of friends in YBH, including the co-founder, Dr. Anton Lim. So, I was more than grateful for his generosity and support to our kababayans — emitting compassion is his own unique way.

So when I visited National Bookstore on April 18, 2014, my heart skipped a beat. I actually posted the photo in my Facebook timeline with a caption:I left my heart at the bookstore. Will return to take it back.” But I wasn’t able to return to buy due to busyness and yeah, I was broke!

Gratefully, I didn’t! 12 days after, I received a copy of my own, sent thru a courier, LBC! Surprise of all surprises!

Ms Apple

Beware of what you wish for!

DAY 59 (100 Happy Days entry, April 30th)

Best Surprise ever!

“Be aware & beware of what you wish for.” ~Curly Bookworm

Seemed it’s Christmas or my birthday!

I received a package from Ms. Apple, just to find out that she saw my post re Mitch Albom’s latest book many days ago. There’s no occasion, and that made it more amazing!

“Helping Yolanda victims is like answering a phone call from heaven”. ~ Albom

Ms. Apple is indeed gifted with generosity & thoughtfulness. Through #amBAG campaign, we were able to get connected and built friendship! I’m so blessed sharing the joy of helping others with her. And our talk over the phone was also surprising!

Ms. Apple, thanks a lot once again for the precious time, 1:01:04! Never thought we already consumed more than an hour! Humbling experience it was!

God bless your heart more!

Thanks for the special delivery of my heart which I left in the bookstore, through this book!


I’m humbled, blessed and really felt special coz Ms. Apple and I haven’t met personally, and yet with our communications, it seemed we’ve known each other for a long time!

Her response: I am honored to fulfill one of your wishes, it may not be an expensive one, but knowing that it made you happy, it has made me happier. May you continue to inspire your readers as you have inspired me. May God continuously bless you and your family, so you can continuously bless others too…hugs and kisses.”

Special Place in My Heart

Two things usually happen to my favorite books; either I’ll read it hastily and wouldn’t stop until I finish it, or read it slowly, as if thoroughly masticating a sumptuous meal. I did the same thing to Mitch Albom’s books. Yet, The Phone Call from Heaven has a significant meaning, since I lost loved ones. Though I have a different view/belief on the state of the dead, I somehow appreciate this kind of literature!

DAY 61 (100 Happy Days entry, May 2nd)

The most inspiring remembrance my late ate Leah left, her hand-made, pressed flowers bookmark done 12 years ago.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". ~ Philippians 4:13

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me”. ~ Philippians 4:13

My sole companion at the NAIA International Airport, Philippine Airlines, bound to Laguindingan Airport, on May 16th. I realized that I wore the same dress then in my recent photos taken at Toast Box! :)

My sole companion at the NAIA International Airport, Philippine Airlines, bound to Laguindingan Airport, on May 16th. I realized that I wore the same dress then in my recent photos taken at Toast Box! The best way to kill time is reading a fabulous book! :)

More of my favorite books which I hope to reread. So inspiring and very moving!

More of my favorite books which I hope to reread. So inspiring and very moving!

One at a Time

I love to juggle work, and I apply the same multitasking in reading books. I sometimes read three books simultaneously in a week. One in the morning, another one during vacant periods, and the last one at night, without messing up with info and details. I love doing that! But it’s still best to read and enjoy a book, one at a time.

As much as I love to share what I’ve read, and discuss what I love about the dozens of books I actually wanna reread, let me invite you to subscribe, or follow my blog so you can be updated. This main blog is actually intended for book reviews, musings and articles about books and my bookworm adventures. I will restart writing reviews in my website, under renovation:

Keep posted! Please feel free to suggest books that meant a lot to you, books that are exceptionally invigorating. Feel free to share this blog post to your friends too! :)

"Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't."

“Life has to end,” she said. “Love doesn’t.”

© 2014 LAF

Note: Photos credit to Apple M. (photos at Toastbox) and Shielah Fern M. (photo at the bottom).  The rest are taken by the author. This blog has a copyright . The photos and article should not be used, reproduced and manipulated by any means without a written request and consent from the author.

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Triumphant at Three!

Thrilled to post again after three months of blog sulking, I was surprised to receive a notification few minutes ago! It’s my blog’s 3rd Anniversary! Actually, my first blog post was on August 9. So, I badly missed it!

Happy Anniversary! August 15, 2014 gleeful greetings from WP

Happy Anniversary!
August 15, 2014
gleeful greetings from WP

I’ve got my favorite devotional from my bookshelf earlier, only to realize that it’s what I’ve featured more than three years ago. *click the title, Terse Soliloquy to read my first blog post ever!

To read last year’s anniversary feature, read Transformed at Two!


More Than a Conqueror

The Vespers worship at Philippine International Church was graced with the Communion, or the Last Supper. The Week of Prayer is dubbed “More than Conquerors”. A student speaker delivered an inspiring the message. Sis. Jenny, a Dentistry student (Malaysian), emphasized about moral integrity, and how we could keep the purity thru God’s grace.

“Will there be a Mary among us who could bear Jesus?” was her query to the ladies.

“If you have been courting, or you have a girlfriend, what is your intention? Is her integrity and purity your priority?” she asked the gentlemen, as he emphasized Joseph’s characteristics.

2 Tim. 2:22 has been more personal to me, as I listen to Paul’s admonition to Timothy to:

  • Flee from youthful passions
  • Pursue righteousness, faith, love & peace
  • Have a pure heart

While contemplating on these as we’re about to begin foot washing, I wondered who would be my partner, I came late, and sat on the left wing (quite so behind), most of my friends used to sit at the right wing, front pews (where I used to sit too). People rushed out to get small basins of water and small towel, and to my surprise, Jenny Amurao approached me.

I was so delighted to see my former AUP Academy student, beaming with her lovely smile. She didn’t have a partner, and I’m grateful she came, she’s an answered prayer. “Ma’am Fronda, may partner ka na po?” she asked. I was quite hesitant at first, I was not ready for communion, but I wanted to have it. But it’s been a humbling experience to have her as a partner for the foot washing. It’s simply unforgettable! Jenny has grown a lot; graceful & lovely lady, a gifted singer.

When the emblems were distributed, I saw Klyde Carpizo, another former student (Jenny’s batch mate). He’s a deacon since last year, but I didn’t know that until his mom told me after worship. I even asked his dad, another deacon to confirm, “Is that your son Klyde, Sir?”, when he was giving the grape juice and the unleavened bread.

Life is indeed full of surprises! Last night was a blast of blessings! I also met & greeted Keanu Lee, Chill Orbe, saw Yesha Ilagan (Jenny’s batch mates). Two JENNYs made an impact in my life. I was tremendously inspired as I contemplate on God’s unfathomable love and unlimited grace. I’ll be more than a conqueror, coz Jesus has conquered the Arch Enemy even before I was conceived.


As you can see my students' artwork, the first picture at the pink corner was Jenny's. She's the homeroom leader. :) They gave me this memento with their appreciation.

As you can see my students’ artwork, the first picture at the pink corner was Jenny’s. She’s the homeroom leader. :)
They gave me this memento with their appreciation.

They surprised me! They're dearly beloved and loved!

They surprised me! They’re dearly beloved and loved!

“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?

As it is written:

“For your sake we face death all day long;
    we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:35-39, NIV (my favorite verses) :)

In Remembrance of Me

Full-packed PIC during communion service.

Full-packed PIC during communion service.

These are the quotations from Ellen G. White (The Desire of Ages pages 656-659) which the Senior Pastor read during the Communion. It challenged me more:

“None should exclude themselves from the Communion because some who are unworthy may be present. Every disciple is called upon to participate publicly, and thus bear witness that he accepts Christ as a personal Saviour. It is at these, His own appointments, that Christ meets His people, and energizes them by His presence. Hearts and hands that are unworthy may even administer the ordinance, yet Christ is there to minister to His children. All who come with their faith fixed upon Him will be greatly blessed. All who neglect these seasons of divine privilege will suffer loss. Of them it may appropriately be said, “Ye are not all clean.”

Our Lord says, Under conviction of sin, remember that I died for you. When oppressed and persecuted and afflicted for My sake and the gospel’s, remember My love, so great that for you I gave My life. When your duties appear stern and severe, and your burdens too heavy to bear, remember that for your sake I endured the cross, despising the shame. When your heart shrinks from the trying ordeal, remember that your Redeemer liveth to make intercession for you.

The Communion service points to Christ’s second coming. It was designed to keep this hope vivid in the minds of the disciples. Whenever they met together to commemorate His death, they recounted how “He took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; for this is My blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. But I say unto you, I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom.” In their tribulation they found comfort in the hope of their Lord’s return. Unspeakably precious to them was the thought, “As often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do show the Lord’s death till He come.” 1 Cor. 11:26.”

Streams of teaching memories flooded, as I left the portals of AUP last night. I’m beyond grateful! My cup overflows! It really matters a lot to sit at the feet of Jesus, the Master Teacher!

“He who co-operates with the divine purpose in imparting to the youth a knowledge of God, and molding the character into harmony with His, does a high and noble work.” EGW, Education

I missed my former students big time, and as well as teaching! But definitely, I missed blogging so much!

I’m definitely triumphant at three! :)

© 2014 LAF

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Charm and Chivalry

"HE MUST INCREASE, I MUST DECREASE" "It is a tremendous freedom to get rid of all self-consideration and learn to care about only one thing - the relationship between Christ and ourselves." - Leslie Ludy, Captivating Selflessness ♥ on the way to Taal Volcano's zenith, February 14, 2010

“HE MUST INCREASE, I MUST DECREASE” “It is a tremendous freedom to get rid of all self-consideration and learn to care about only one thing – the relationship between Christ and ourselves.” – Leslie Ludy, Captivating Selflessness ♥ on the way to Taal Volcano’s zenith, February 14, 2010

“30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge” is simply nostalgic!

There were days during my early teens when I let go of the streams of soliloquy, scribbled in any paper I could avail — stationary, scrap paper, and even crumpled ones . For me, writing has been a therapeutic craft since then.

For many, my poetic gift is remarkable. I’ve jotted a lot. Some were published, some were not. Reading them led me back down memory lane.


30/30  Charm

On April 1, 2014, one of my super friends got married. It wasn’t a prank though they chose the April Fools Day to mark their vows. With wedding syndrome (I’ve been a wedding person since I was first invited to take part ages ago), I was requested to sing five songs (of which two were duet renditions).

Then I wondered when my grand day would be. I don’t want it to fall on another April Fools Day, I had enough treachery from the past encounters haha! What astonished me the most was the discovery of the Taal Volcano’s real crater! What I’m pointing in the photo is the FAKE one! And oh, for more than a quarter century, I believed that this is the REAL one!

So to start with this challenge (will post two more later to fill the first two days I missed), here’s the entry:  “write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme.”

Chivalry’s Charm

To Thine true and divine love,

She anchors, she longs.

Wonder of wonders

She waits to whom she belongs.

The clock’s hands wave hello so fast.

Until now,

She doesn’t know whom her heart to entrust.

Old fashioned, she values chastity,

Much more, she upholds compassion and charity.

Opted to be won, than have woes of wooing,

She patiently wait the full bloom of her calling.

Exceptional and queer,

Some men of valor

Compromise in masquerade

Lose their great ardor.

Give the men the honor to pursue,

Chivalry ought to embrace our world

Not yet obsolete,

men should be of one accord.

~Curly Wordsmith/Curly Bookworm

© 2014 LAF

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Of Troubadour and Therapeutic, Creative Craft

Of Troubadour and Therapeutic, Creative Craft

30 Poems in 30 Days

Challenge accepted! What a pensive poet could ask for more? :)

A poem a day will keep poignance away!


To participate, check this out:


April 3, 2014 · 5:12 PM

PAIN: A Blessing Not Everyone Appreciates

“God wants us to choose to love Him freely, even when that choice involves pain, because we are committed to Him, not to our own good feelings and rewards…Job did not seek the Giver because of His gifts; when all gifts were removed He still sought the Giver.”
~Philip Yancey, Where is God When it Hurts?

Today’s supposed to be Papa Benny’s 59th birthday. He peacefully slept in the Lord without bidding goodbye, in the loving arms of his Beloved, my Mama Belinda. He passed away 2 months and 25 days ago, to be exact.

Remembering my friend’s statement after his burial, “I thought you’ll sulk, …good thing you don’t. Take time to grieve for your sudden loss, you’ve been through a lot!”

Healing Amid Hurting

The dawn of December 1, 2013 was still vivid! The night of  November 31st was full of fun and laughter since we’ve been visited by family friends and lingered until almost midnight. Only to be awakened by a call that chilled my spine and gave me a shock. “Ate, wala na si Papa…”, my brother Franz tearfully uttered.

That devastating news was another nightmare, it petrified me. It didn’t sink in, until I received a call from our family friend neighbor who assisted my mother in our province. If only I could fly and attend to my mother’s dire need of our presence. But how can I? when I felt so helpless, as if my wings were utterly broken. I was torn. Then after several minutes, I was able to bitterly cry.

During the five-day wake, I never cried. Even during the internment, I didn’t shed a tear. The excruciating pain almost benumbed me. Maybe because I’ve been through major heartaches with the quick successions of death of my younger brother BJ (March 2011), and eldest sister Leah (12.12.12), and then my father’s.

I never forced myself to cry, though I was greatly hurt within. Now that the grievances resurfaced, I could cry and I’m grateful for the gift of pain and tears.

“Our sufferings are not for nothing.
The trial of faith is a thing worth much more than gold.”
~Elisabeth Elliot

Family Day Out the day after ate Leah's cremation. (Dec. 12th her death was Franz's birthday, Dec. 15th was JR's birthday). Sort of celebrating despite the great loss.

Family Day Out on Dec. 17th, the day after ate Leah’s cremation. (Dec. 12th her death was Franz’s birthday, Dec. 15th was JR’s birthday). Sort of celebrating despite the great loss.


Legacy of Love Lives On

During his last week at the church, he had a special funeral service at our home church, Pinamalayan SDA Church where he also served. I was spontaneous in updating my Facebook timeline for the sake of friends and relatives who weren’t able to come to our province. I thought of blogging about it, but soon lingered.

tough guy at tough times, he's got a tough FAITH!

tough guy at tough times, he’s got a tough FAITH!

Here’s the caption of this old photo which I made my DP (display photo).

I bid my first love, my father, good bye.

He’s the man who introduced me to the Redeemer, Restorer, and Returning King; one who reminded me to make Him the first and last, and best in everything.

The fight of faith of this brave and brilliant man might have come to its end, but its legacy would last in my heart until we meet again on that grand & glorious day.

I would surely miss his baritone voice, his mega-watt smile, his warm embrace, his corny yet entertaining jokes, his intuitive advises, his never-ending tales, and his high hopes for our future.

I can’t thank God’s unconditional love that was channeled through him.

At a very young age of 8, he was an orphan. Lola Indalecia died after giving birth to their youngest sibling who died right after too! At 21, Lolo Blas died too, leaving him with all the responsibilities as the first-born, a quasi- mom and dad to his brother Wency and sister Ercie.

At early 20’s he received his black belt in martial arts, Judo Karate. He won tournaments and even survived fights, defending others and himself.

But when he got to know Jesus as his personal Redeemer and Defender, his outlook in life drastically changed.

Down memory lane, I saw myself begging him to train me (Judo Karate) for self defense. He never did, he even discouraged us to learn. He taught us to have full trust in God instead; advised us never to repay evil for evil, for “vengeance is mine, says the Lord” (favorite verse). For him, that’s the true measure of a man.

He’s a faithful husband to mama, and a friend to us. Despite some flaws and shortcomings as a hubby and a father, he’s still the BEST for us.

Til then Papa Benifredo Geronimo Fronda, Sr.
March 26, 1955 – December 1, 2013

*This photo was taken on December 9, 1978. (He’s 23 yrs.old)

She's an epitome of love, faith, patience & prudence. She's my unsung heroine and wingless angel. She brought me in her womb for 9 months and took care of me since then. Without her, I won't be here. I'm more than blessed having mama Belinda.

She’s an epitome of love, faith, patience & prudence. She’s my unsung heroine and wingless angel. She brought me in her womb for 9 months and took care of me since then.
Without her, I won’t be here. I’m more than blessed having mama Belinda.

Bravery During Bereavement & Beyond
Here’s my musing on the day Papa’s death sank in (Dec.1):
On November 15th, my beloved parents celebrated their 32nd wedding anniversary with us beyond the distance.

On Nov. 21st, we celebrated again for mama’s birthday; and on 23rd, for Zola’s birthday.

This month was full of mirth and memories, not knowing that December would come with another cry-clad crucible for our family.

We’re never aware that it would be the last November with Papa.

With all the terrifying trials we’ve met, I’ve learned and unlearned a lot of things in the vicissitudes of life.

With my parents’ inspiration, especially Papa’s, I’ve scrutinized life and learned to focus on a query “how will I maximize the abundant grace provided?”, rather than wallow, asking “how come Lord?, why?”.

I may never fully grasp God’s purpose, yet I’m hopeful of that glorious day I would be able to sit at Jesus’ feet and find the right answers to my wondering.

 Christmas Selfie with photobomber sweetums! Who would have thought that this pic was taken 24 days after my father's death? We have a gracious God, our true source of happiness. *Dec. 25th

Christmas Selfie with photobomber sweetums, Who would have thought that this pic was taken 24 days after my father’s death?
We have a gracious God, our true source of happiness. *Dec. 25th

Miracle, Mirth and Misery

During my recent vacation at home last Oct. 28 – Nov. 10, I’ve witnessed how papa struggled with difficulty of breathing. Almost everyday, he’s got asthma attack; oftentimes, mild, sometimes, severe.

Aside from natural means to help him ease the pain & hardship, he’s been dependent with the use of nebulizer.

I had my worst dilemma when super typhoon Yolanda struck our province, Oriental Mindoro @ signal #4. We’ve got block-out, and we’d been praying for him to be spared of possible severe attack. He had on that Friday night, but God intervened. He wasn’t brought to the hospital.

For him, being confined in the hospital was a nightmare. He told me he doesn’t want if ever he gets really worse.

Actually, he had the worst attack on May this year, and was brought at the ER with only a lil’ chance of survival. He almost died, but praise God he was revived! He no longer has BP and very low respiratory rate, he’s already turned blue-black. Grateful, my bro. Ifo was there to rush him to the nearby hospital.

We’re so shocked that after 6 months of survival (with another confinement on July), he would give up the fight. He told mama that he’s so tired already on the wee hour of December 1. He had a severe attack and when my mother told him he should be brought to the hospital, he told her, “wag mo na ako dalhin, bukas na lang, pagod na ako, yapusin mo na lang ako at haplusan” (don’t bring me there, let’s go there for check-up tomorrow, I’m tired already. Just hug me and apply vapor rub at my back).

My mother developed calmness and constant reliance upon God since my younger brother died in her arms on March 31, 2011 (sudden death due to typhoid encephalitis), few days after Papa’s birthday on March 26th.

So my mama just did what he requested, few moments later, he’s lifeless. However heart-breaking the scenario was, mama said, papa was peaceful as if he’s just deeply sleeping. He was declared expired soon after, due to chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), he didn’t have any vice, but during earlier years, he was exposed to many strong chemicals due to work and our own Nata de Coco business (we used strong chemical which is harmful to health, esp. to the lungs), air pollution in the city where he stayed for many years, etc.

He died at mama’s loving arms. I admire our wonder woman more! God is indeed merciful.

Too ironic, mama and some brethren told me, he was at the wake in our neighborhood and was so lively, cracking jokes to the bereaved family friends earlier that night. Not knowing that it’s the last time he’ll laugh and would be emotionally stressed.

Even us, with my friends who visited at home in Cavite, we were laughing a lot as we bonded that Sat. night, only to receive the horrible news few hours after.

Life is fragile and temporary indeed! Our only surety is God’s will and the Blessed Hope.


Hearing My Last Sermon

During my vacation before his death, I was requested to speak in our church on November 1, 2013, focusing on the State of the Dead. I shared our family crucibles, the terror and trauma of death among family members and how we had “Healing Amid Hurting”.
Who would have thought that after exactly one month, December 1, Papa would be in the state of the dead! My mom even sang before I spoke! She sang “Keep Looking Up”. My parents used to sing duet when we were at an early age, and I found them very lovely singing together.
Here’s the second stanza and chorus of the song my mom sang:
So when your faith is sorely tried
And earnest pray’rs have been denied
Whene’er you need a faithful guide
There’s just one thing to do.

Keep looking up, Thy God is still the same today
Keep looking up He will not fail thee
Come what may, keep looking up
The darkest night will roll away
So do not doubt, but keep on looking up.

I actually made a blog in Tumblr, dedicated to my mom’s exquisite faith and bravery. The first entry, “Looking Down is Never an Option” is all about her and Papa’s sudden death. Here’s the link:
Just keep on looking up. There is where God paints a rainbow after the rain!

Just keep on looking up. There is where God paints a rainbow after the rain!

The Last Song
For many people, both related by blood and not, they considered me a very strong person. “I can’t imagine myself if I were on your shoes Lanie, you’re so strong! I admire you! God is with you!” utterance of the former principal of AUP Academy told me. Aside from a strong and supportive family, we’re blessed with awesome family friends and prayer warriors!
Here’s my simple secret:
With Christ, I’M POSSIBLE!
Without Him, IMPOSSIBLE!
Here’s my post on Dec. 6, after the internment of my father.
Since last night during tribute until necrological service this morning, I talked much. I have no choice, since I’d love to and I am expected too! Sharing papa’s epic conversion story was a delight!
But to sing those three songs were offerings of a broken, yet grateful heart.I never thought it would be that rewarding to serve my family, relatives & brethren through music ministry. Coz to sing to my own papa’s funeral was a big, different story. Gone were the days when I rendered songs to other people’s funeral services, and to my sibling’s too. It’s just so special.After all, speaking and singing are the most obvious talents I’ve got from my father, according to my mother and other people.
Here’s the last song I rendered during the necrological service.  (please click the link, This Day if you want to watch the video)
Friendship Lives Beyond the Grave
Papa’s misconstrued as a politician in our place, he’s been known throughout our province having myriad of friends throughout the country and abroad. But he’s just a simple person, rich with friendships. Sometimes I feel uncomfortable and annoyed having many visitors coming almost everyday at home.
On his last night of wake, the number of friends who gave testimonials surpassed the number of family members and relatives who did.
Best Friends Beyond the Grave

Best Friends Beyond the Grave

During the first night, his best friend who came from the U.S., delivered the message. It was a blessing  because we longed to share to our relatives our faith and the HOPE of Jesus’ soon coming. Though it wasn’t a good reunion to gather with, all things work together for good! (Romans 8:28).

“Mahal ko po ang taong ito, sya ay isang tapat at tunay na kaibigan.
Mapagbigay, matulungin, (Para sa kanya, ibibigay pa sa iba),
masayahin…Nanghihinayang po ako!
Pero ito ay niloob ng Diyos na may kadahilanan…”

Tito Jerson Camposano highly regarded papa not because he’s his best friend since early 90’s, but because they’ve understood, accepting each others’ flaws & shortcomings; and help build each others’ faith. A true unconditional friendship indeed!

They’ve been brother-like buddies since he was assigned as our district pastor in early 90’s, according to him. He delivered the message on the state of the dead and the end-times, emphasizing the Blessed Hope of Jesus’ soon return.

I’m super grateful! It seemed a family reunion with a crusade. Most of our relatives aren’t SDAs yet. Our deepest desire is to reach out to them and uphold Jesus, our Wounded Healer.

Thank You Jesus isn't enough. Because You live, we can face tomorrow although we no longer have Papa Benny. You renewed that blessed Hope again and again. *Ate Leah's urn was finally buried with Papa's remains. Six days before ate's death anniversary.

Thank You Jesus isn’t enough.
Because You live, we can face tomorrow although we no longer have Papa Benny. You renewed that blessed Hope again and again.
*Ate Leah’s urn was finally buried with Papa’s remains.
Six days before ate’s death anniversary.

Our loved ones, Papa, ate Leah and BJ (Ben Jathniel), left our presence, but never our hearts. They've gone asleep in the Lord and we long for that blessed resurrection morn. We simply miss them. Yet that doesn't lessen our reason to celebrate God's greatness!

Our loved ones, Papa, ate Leah and BJ, left our presence, but never our hearts.
They’ve gone asleep in the Lord and we long for that blessed resurrection morn.
We simply miss them. Yet that doesn’t lessen our reason to celebrate God’s greatness!

“The very trials that test our faith most severely and make it seem that God has forsaken us, are designed to lead us nearer to Christ, that we may lay all our burdens at his feet, and receive the peace he will give us in exchange.
When you surrender yourself entirely to God, you fall all broken upon Jesus, you will be rewarded by a victory, the joy of which you have never realized.

As you review the past with a clear vision, you will see that at the very time when life seemed to you only a perplexity and a burden Jesus Himself was near you, seeking to lead you into the light.

Your Father was by your side, bending over you with unutterable love, afflicting you for your good, as the Refiner purifies the precious ore.”
~EGW, Gospel Workers p.372-373


“The TRIUMPH of Christian FAITH is
to SUFFER, and be STRONG;
to SUBMIT, and thus CONQUER;
to BE KILLED all day long, and yet to LIVE;
to BEAR the CROSS, and thus WIN the CROWN of IMMORTAL GLORY.”
~EGW, Sketches from the Life of Paul, p. 300

“Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Even so, I will defend my own ways before Him.” Job 13:15  *with Lolo Urbano Castillo, an evangelist whom God used to channel bring Papa in the faith and helped build our home church, Pinamalayan SDA Church taken in early 90's. I'll post his conversion story later on.

“Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Even so, I will defend my own ways before Him.” Job 13:15
*with Lolo Urbano Castillo, an evangelist whom God used to channel bring Papa in the faith and helped build our home church, Pinamalayan SDA Church taken in early 90’s. I’ll post his conversion story later on.


My father’s epitaph:

Benifredo G. Fronda, Sr.

March 26, 1955 – Dec. 1, 2013

“For to me, to live is Christ 
and to die is gain.” Philippians 1:21

This is a blog tribute for my father. I longed to blog about him, but today is the right time. I pray that as you read this affirmation of God’s faithfulness in our family’s life, may you be strengthened in whatever storms you’re going through.

And if you’re plagued with pain, remember, the Wounded Healer is ever near!

© 2014 LAF

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Do You Hear What I Hear?


Aside from the fondness of the picturesque photo of the unknown beyond, I was struck by the title — only to find something I like dearly than Orion, M42, etc and stargazing!

You must be kidding! From the vast universe, then to a dog’s melodious music? I’m definitely a dog lover, but yeah, I’m just curious of what you’ve heard.

After all, loquacious though I be, I’m often longing for solitary places, and yeah deafening solitude. I gotta SULK! haha!

Originally posted on the Art of Practice:

Our two dogs are of varying intelligence and thus responsiveness to our commands. One “off” moves the smart gal from my lap, while the oh-so-lovable-but-slow canine continues to warm my thighs until dumped to the ground.

Their barking has become annoying:  yapYAPyapYAP until the source of  inspiration either disappears from view (other dogs out for a walk, meandering cat, saucy squirrel) or has been thoroughly sniffed (friends who come to the door). Our lovely neighbors, cyclists who pedal up and down the Virginia mountains for dozens of miles, suggested using their “dazzer” to control the barking.

The Dazzer emits an unpleasant sound, audible only in the doggie range. One zap and the smart dog understood and now ceases barking promptly when told, “no bark.” The other dog continues to bark despite the command — and will do so until the Dazzer is used. Which of course is unfair to the…

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A Celebration of Irish Women Poets


Poet by inspiration, I was delighted to feast on the Irish poems :D It’s not everyday that I bump into this kind of blog. Thanks for this awesome post! Kudos for being Freshly Pressed! :D

Originally posted on Poethead:

Rebecca O’Connor

Domestic Bliss

I place a jug of lavender on the table
to mask the smell of mould from under the fridge
while you draw nails to hammer with your fist.
Then I draw a hammer , and watch
as you try to lift it from the page.
by day it’s Mr Men, Mad Men, by night,
your father and I wishing we could be so bold.
you have no such wants, though sometimes I wonder
as you try to peer into Jack and Jill’s well
or climb the tiny ladder of your toy farm
to mend the roof of your miniature barn.

-  Rebecca O’Connor

Rebecca O’Connor edits The Moth Magazine and organises the Ballymaloe International Poetry Prize. She worked as a commissioning editor of literary fiction at Telegram Books in London before returning to Ireland with her family in 2008…

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