The Beat

Have you ever suddenly realised,
“𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.”
I used to ask God for guidance, strength, and wisdom every single day, over every little thing.

I just had that moment.

Initially, when the task was new and uncertain, I leaned on God with every step.
I asked Him to go before me, to be with me, to help me do it well.
But over time, I became familiar. Confident. Capable.
Life got busy.
And without even noticing, I stopped asking. I stopped inviting Him in.

Until something new came again, something unfamiliar, something stretching.
And as I opened my mouth to pray, God didn’t wait.
He spoke first.
He reminded me that He missed the way we used to walk together.

Maybe you’ve felt it too.

How easy it is to pray when we’re desperate, when we feel lost, overwhelmed, or uncertain.
But once we know the ropes, once the routine settles in and we feel in control,
We forget. Not out of rebellion, but out of rhythm. Out of busyness.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐤𝐞. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.

To pause.
To whisper a prayer before we begin our work, our day, or even our meal.
Not because God needs it, but because 𝙬𝙚 do.

And it doesn’t have to be a grand request.
Sometimes, it’s as simple as:
“𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.”

That alone brings Him glory.
Not through performance, but through surrender.
Not by striving, but by resting in the truth that He is sovereign.
That He is God and we are His.

So here’s your gentle nudge today:
𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞. 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧.

He hasn’t moved.
He’s still right there, waiting for the sound of your voice.

May the end of your work week be filled with grace, peace, and the sweet nearness of God.

I'm always amazed at how confidently and fearlessly my daughter approaches her Tatay.

Whenever she gets extra sweet with him, I’d jokingly ask, “𝘿𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙗𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙮?” And with all honesty, she’ll say, “𝙉𝙤”—unless, of course, Tatay is mad!

But truly, I can’t recall ever being like that with my Papa growing up. I was scared and overly cautious whenever he was around—afraid to make mistakes, afraid to be scolded, always trying to earn his favour.

That kind of father-daughter relationship shaped the way I saw God for a long time. I used to be afraid to come to Him, especially when I failed. I thought asking for His help or favour was too much because I only knew how to approach a limited, earthly father.

That’s why I’m deeply grateful and excited to witness my daughter’s journey as she grows in her relationship with the Lord. If she’s this close and secure with her earthly father, I trust (and I pray, hope, and fearlessly forecast) that she’ll draw even closer to her Father in Heaven.

I’m thankful for the man I chose, whom my daughter had no choice but to call Tatay. A man of faith. A man who loves her fiercely and gently. His love secures her, and because of that, she grows confident, fearless, and sure of the love that surrounds her.

𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲—𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬.

1. Philippians 2:5 (NIV) "In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus."