Last night, I had a very telling dream...
I brought the family back to Leyte to serve the church.
I called in Jonalyn and her family to help manage the house.
But later, I was already crying... my family has left me to return to Cavite. I wanted to follow them, but my heart is torn between serving the church and be with the family.
Eddie told me, "Ang dami mong connection jan....Makipagnetwork ka!" I looked around and found no significant connection. I just cried, and cried and cried, uttering, "gusto ko nang bumalik sa simbahan!" I woke up with a heavy feeling but also with a resolve to just do what God has given me to do... the task placed into my hand...
and that is to translate....
As I told myself,
"Maraming puedeng maging pastor... iilan lang ang puedeng magtranslate."
I should feel terribly blessed to be called into this sacred, yet, difficult ministry.
Most of the time, I am left alone in the house.
And if the children are home, but I need to concentrate on the translation, or rush a deadline...
painfully, I had to shut my kids out.
And it's painful.
It's hurting.
It's lonely.
Translation can be isolating...
You are isolated from the world
So that, there's only you and the Word of God.
Unadulterated relationship.
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