Joyfully Pushing It

Some people have it. And some people just don’t have it. Some would call it a talent or a knack for it. But I would rather call it a gift. And I happen to be one of those who doesn’t have it – a green thumb.

Growing up as a city girl, the close encounters I had with plants were those times when my mom would ask me to water them. Back then, for me it was just a task to be done. It was not something I look forward nor was it something I dreaded doing. In fact, I had my high moments with them during summertime when it’s so humid. As I water the plants, I would also drench my feet and arms, voila instant remedy for hot weather.

I used to have a love-hate relationship with plants. I love staring at plants – the greens are so refreshing and when they flower, they’re a sight to see. What I hated then was planting because I didn’t like getting my hands intimate with soil. The mere thought of it gave me goose bumps. I didn’t like the feel of soil on my hands. And definitely, I don’t like getting my hands dirty.

But those are things in the past. I mean a not so long ago past because just recently (I guess three months ago), I had a 180 degrees turn around where plants are concerned. Thanks heaps to our Church Pastors who made me see the life and true beauty of plants.

Before this new set of pastors came, our church office didn’t have plants and I didn’t mind at all. I didn’t think it would make a difference. However when the pastors took over the office, they made some minor changes but the transformation was astounding. They placed pots of Sansevieria inside the office. I could see and feel that the office began to breathe life. Suddenly the ambience is welcoming. And so that was the start of my conversion from a passive to a passionate plant lover.

I started repotting dwarf Sansevieria on some coffee mugs, just to get the feel of it. As my mugs of Sansevieria thrive, I began to have this craving of becoming a green thumb. I would scout for fotos in Pinterest of cacti and succulents. Before I knew it, I was already buying loads of them.

I am not yet there but I’m joyfully pushing it – becoming a green thumb. And I must say that finding pleasure in plants is truly therapeutic. When you selflessly give time in caring for them, the feeling is priceless when you see them flourish. It is probably nature’s way of saying, ‘thank you for taking care of us.’

And as I’m joyfully pushing to be a green thumb, God is also empowering me to pursue my good intention. On my own, I simply cannot make it. But with God I know I can do all things because He’s the one who gives me strength. (Philippians 4:13)


I am far from being a green thumb but God surrounded me with people who encourages me to carry on. I am thankful that my hubby is very supportive. I am thankful of friends who would give me a tip or two. I am thankful that God made all things wonderful. And most of all, I am thankful that with God all things are possible.



Beyond Skin Deep

There were times when I got mixed emotions when reading a magazine, especially when I scan fashion magazines. Excitement builds up as I turn page upon page of the newest trends in clothing – all those maxi dresses and even the classic LBDs or little black dresses. The same excitement allows me to create my very own ‘make believes’, like believing to be as regal as Nicole Kidman or a beauty as timeless as Audrey Hepburn.

Yes that excitement makes me giddy and makes me feel good but would soon be replaced with dismay or at times frustration. Dismayed to realize that no matter how stunning a dress maybe, I could never look half as great a Nicole Kidman. Or the frustration to know that I could never have the beauty as timeless as Audrey Hepburn.

The world has made us believe that we should look good all the time to be acceptable. That being beautiful means you have to be towering with a 36-24-36 figure, silky smooth skin and a flowing hair. In short, you have to be flawless.

Like me, you probably have ‘if only’ episodes . ‘If only I’m taller’, ‘if only I’m slimmer’, or the classic ‘if only I could be as irresistible as Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman’. And the list could go on.

Those were moments I got miserable when ‘if only’ syndrome gets into me.

Not until I came across an FB post shared by a friend. It was a post from a cancer victor (with no hair and flat chest from mastectomy) who shared her joy despite what she has lost. I was in awe and totally humbled.

Here I was, consumed with my ‘if only’ episodes feeling miserable and wishfully thinking I could look better. Yet here’s this cancer victor who did not mind how a lot has changed in her or better yet how some things were taken from her. But still she managed to be thankful of everything. Mainly, she was thankful of how God has made wonders in her life and how God allowed her to endure the pain as well as the grace to accept everything.

I may never be as regal as Nicole Kidman or have a beauty as timeless as Audrey Hepburn, but in God’s sight I am more precious than any jewel. In His sight, I am special and He can make wonders in my life.