But in all the noise and the excitement.

How great are the works of the Lord!

How great are the works of the Lord!

Blessed Birthday, Ma!

So much love all around, and I know it’s because of you. Newly married friends bearing child, the last semester of nursing school, the beginning of a beautiful journey for the youth, the revival of campus based, an honorable responsibility this year for my area, a best friend trying on her wedding dress for the first time (gave me the feels!), nonstop laughter with my closest girls (can’t remember the last time we spent the day together like that), a summertime full of excitement, precious moments breaking bread with my ma, darnedest words from my nieces and nephews, the build of lifelong friendships, Mass, your prayerful hubby, unfathomable affirmations from your Son, and so much more love to mention, even the loves I fail to recognize. Blessed Mother, you amaze me. Grateful to know you, to be prayed for by you, and to be unconditionally loved by you.

Through Mary to Jesus.
Through Jesus to the Father.

Not a coincidence.

"I’ve come to believe that each of us has a personal calling that’s as unique as a fingerprint. And that the best way to succeed is to discover what you love, and then find a way to offer it to others, in the form of service, working hard, and also, allowing the energy of the universe to lead you. Some of us have been here since the beginning, while some of us just arrived. Regardless, we do what we love - with others, for others - and that perhaps, makes us successful."


"You make beautiful things out of the dust. You make beautiful things out of us." Make us New, Father.


Take Heart

(Taken in 2009) Kuya with his homies, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Other Wrestler Guy. My favorite photo of my favorite hero ever. The kid with the biggest heart he could change the world. He was always so much braver than I ever was. Happy 12th birthday, Kuya! My little man ain’t so little anymore. <3

Cringed the whole way through.

"What is she apologizing for? For life? It’s not her fault. It’s just her part. Everyone gets to extend their hand, and everyone gets to leave their mark— in this life of ordinary people."

On repeat.

On repeat.

Cause You’re worth every note every heartache and pain, ev-er-y refrain.