A.k.a. eleven for August 11.
It started after a short walk. Or a semi-long walk. Under the rain, under a beaten umbrella that turns upside down at the huff of a strong wind. I got back to the church carrying a bag of bread to feed my kids and WHOA.
My. Kids. Multiplied.
There they were, Jonalyn (she’s finally got time!), Grace (who’s an adorable lass and apparently, an adorable heart) and Monica (a shy little girl who’s looking to find a home, and we’re going to embrace her, right here). Rocela’s birthday was this week, but unlike Arriana’s, we didn’t have enough money, or time, for a feast, so here we are, munching on Stick-O and cupcakes. I hope I can make it up for her, because if I had any goal, it’s to give them as much love as I could.
That eleven on August 11? Yep. They were eleven.
My girls, if you are reading this, I am going to apologize beforehand for lacking of many things. I’m sure you’ve noticed. I’m not holding a book, because I don’t want this thing to feel like a study lesson for you. I just want this to be an open discussion, for you to speak out, vent out, throw chairs if you must (but not at me, I love you), and find healing. I’ll always, always try my best to listen to God, but when I open my mouth sometimes, I always get lost at the words, so…
It was love. The trigger word. The stuff that makes girls swoon and women skeptics. The thing that makes half of them quiet (kasi guilty) and half of them hyper (kasi may kilala silang guilty). In summary, it was laglagan time.
WARNING: If you read your name, I’m telling you now that I love your heart, and I see you, and your struggles/strengths. I thank God for being in this part of your journey, and I will never, ever, ever invalidate your feelings.
Onto my discoveries
Ella is the ace. She’d always have strong, brilliant opinions. Mayee, my girl, obviously is going through something, and even her usual hugotera spirit would not lift off the weight in her heart today. RB was a revelation; of course, I knew she had a boyfriend, but it gave me relief that she sees this relationship as transformative. Non verbatim, she described love as something that “changes you for the better,” in the sense that you adjust to your partner, he adjusts to you. News! Her boyfriend is also journaling and as far as I’ve heard, has gone farther than her?
My two new kittens are quiet, Iana is at the back, spitting lines from her favorite Wattpad books, there’s Bea saying, I can’t relate, and then there’s Reyan and Senda poking at our post-birthday girl with the way she treats James.
Which, by the way, is as friendly as it goes.
James, if you’re reading this, I commend your efforts, but, my dear boy, things are not valuable exchanges for feelings. I want you to be as complete as Cela seeks herself to be. Sana pareho kayong mag-grow as both of you pursues your dreams.
Earlier, Jonalyn gave the most adorable but stomach-cringing rendition of 1 Corinthians 13 (including a piano background music; this girl is a complete crack, I love her!). Look:
1 p.m. and a few drizzles later, the girls went home like a trickle, one batch ahead of the other, Monica too shy to say goodbye. Mayee prays for her older brother. A good number of the girls are going to start college (woo-hoo!) and two sophomores are going to cement their status. Cela will take over the pulpit next week, and the rest of the kids hardly understood the short love letters I wrote for them, but I hope they keep it, at least for a time, and I hope they’d be constantly reminded that there was this, and there was them, and there was love.
God is love, and love is in us. x