The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass

The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: Sheep

Dear Readers,

Oh what a blessed day!

Every Monday until Thursday of every week, Powerhouse sits together to share the Word of the Lord with each other. Powerhouse is a family of believers who aims to be the salt and light of the world. Every twelve noon, passages in the Bible will be shared and voices of hearts will be heard.

This particular day, however, is one of the special days we have had.

Only four members attended.

Yes, only four. But this did not stop us on meditating on God’s beautiful Word. One brother in Christ shared his devotion last night. You see, he is fond of animals (really fond of them) and so he searched of the characteristics of a sheep.

Yes, love. A sheep.

Well, once we heard the word, “sheep,” we all ooehd and aahed being that a sheep is sooo cute and fluffy. But the thing is, they are not cute. They are very stubborn! When they get lost, they do not find their way to the herd. When you intend to kill them, they do not scream or do anything. Moreover, their wools start to thicken when they get lost because apparently, no one takes care of them. They are basically… nothing. And as much as we would like to deny it, we ARE like them. We are stubborn to a fault; we choose to slip away from God, thinking that it would give us freedom. But it won’t. In the long run, we will not have a sense of direction, we will lose our way, and as a result, our wools will grow soooo thick that we almost cannot see.

But there is one great news! Because like a shepherd who lost one sheep, God will continue to find us and lead us to Him and will always continue to be faithful. See how blessed we are that He will trim all our wools that keep us distant from Him? It is true, indeed. That if grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking. So let us continue to go back to our Father. He is constant always and forever!

 

With love,

The Little Bonnie Lass

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: The Dream

Dear Readers,

Through the short course of time that I have been sharing my secrets with you, I have felt in my heart that we have come to know more about each other and that we have a lot in common. I have known for sure that you are a seeker of life, that you have a lot of questions that needed to be answered, and that you are seeking for a companion to walk with you through the various challenges that you are facing at this very moment. I also have come to know that you appreciate art, literature, poetry, and that you are a person with a soft heart. I know all these things as you read through your screens with a great patience and a great desire to understand.

Now, I want to share an experience with you that I have only shared with only one person in my life- my best friend, Abigail. I felt that it was too personal an experience for me to share, so I kept quiet for quite some time. But now, I am certain that the right time of God has come.

I was browsing through Facebook one night when my eyes happened to chance upon a video uploaded by, “I’m So Blessed Daily,” entitled, “Little Child Prophesying Jesus (The King) is coming.”

It was most unlikely. I have never heard of it. But I know it was not impossible. And so I clicked the video and played it.

“He’s coming,” the child- little more than a toddler- said, raising her index finger up as she looked up at the ceiling.

“He’s coming! He’s coming! He’s coming on the way,” then and there, I had goosebumps frolicking all over my arms.

“Abba up. Push you up! He said, the King, bring me a present,” the child continued giddily without a hint of any jest in the child’s part.

Tell me, what were you saying?” The mother said, asking the child what she was talking about, from which the child answered, “On the air, He’s coming!” She said, looking now at her mother as she pointed up again.

The King’s Abba up,” she continued, “The King’s showing Abba up!

Who’s coming?” Her mother asked once again and the child’s reply was still the same, “He’s coming!” only now, she followed it with a hearty laughter and put her head down on the carpet three times as if the little child was bowing down.

Before the three-minute video ended, an explanation was provided by the mother. The explanation went as follows:

“Lily’s mother, Chelsea Explained! At midnight, hours before this video was taken, Lily woke up, knocking and talking at her door. She was saying with urgency, ‘Something’s coming! Something’s coming!’ She elaborated on her dream vision later in the day. I managed to catch this video. At 18 seconds after I take out her paci (pacifier), and I say, ‘What?’ she says, ‘The King.’ It also sounds like she says, ‘Abba up, push you up,’ and ‘Join Abba up,’ several times. You can’t make this stuff up! I didn’t teach her this. Excuse the poor angle. I was attempting to sneakily turn on and hide the camera. At the end, she bows 3 times… the number God uses for confirmation. The next day, she brought it up again (while I was getting her breakfast). She said to me, ‘Mama, open up, because God is coming.’ And then proceeded to knock on the wall 3 times. No, I couldn’t teach her this. She just turned 2 and is just starting to really come up with diverse words and sentences clearly. Her best understanding of God prior to this was nightly bedtime prayers, and we had yet to discuss the rapture or His second coming with her (being that she is of course so young).

Before the video officially end, Bible passages appeared on the screen saying,

“And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy. Your old men shall dream dreams. Your young men shall see visions.” (Joel 2:28)

“At midnight, they were roused by the shout, ‘Look, the bridegroom is coming! Come out and meet him!'” (Matthew 25:6)

After watching the video, I immediately shared it through my Facebook account as I revel at the thought of the King coming.

And then another thought occurred to me which had made me stare up in space, dumbfounded.

I have experienced the same thing before. I have dreamt a dream I could never ever forget and I think it also has the same message with the child- Lily’s- prophesy, although the dream was entirely different from hers.

I dreamt of it on July 29, 2015. The date was noted July 31, 2015 on my phone, but I knew it happened on a Wednesday probably July 29. I knew it because I was writing a paper requirement early in the morning for Philosophy of Language scheduled every Wednesdays, and I fell asleep with that paper in mind, only to wake up with a dream that never left my heart.

The dream started as if I was running. I felt my chest rising up and down in my sleep as I run and run, searching for something in my dreams. I was crying, gasping for breath, searching of what, I do not know.

Until I came about a huge, white tent with its flaps firmly closed. It loomed in front of me. I halted in front of it and knew that inside this tent was what I was looking for. I quickly opened it and was astonished with what I saw.

An angel. An angel with golden hair and a full suit of armor filled with flecks of gold. His white, huge wings covered his face as he was hanging on a ceiling of the tent with ropes so as to not let him fall.

And what bothered me was that below him were angels encircling him, kneeling with heads bowed down. (I assumed they were angels because they were wearing the same suit of armor like his). And that was when I found out that the angel hanging on the ceiling of the tent was not moving. He was so still. Because he was dead.

That was when I came out of the dream with a quick opening of my eyes and the quick pounding of my heart. I was oblivious to the thought back then. I did not know what it meant and prior to this, I had had my share of dreams I do not know the meaning of. Besides, back then, I thought it was too short a dream to give mind to.

But I was completely boggled. I was curious and agitated, imagining constantly that, maybe, the dead angel in that dream is my own guardian angel who was killed by the sins that I committed. Or worse, that it symbolizes me.

And so I Googled it and Mr. Google gave me a lot of answers one of which greatly struck me.

Repent was at the center of the dream. I am not certain really what God wants to tell me, but after reading one article from dreamingthedream.com about Angels, I was reminded of my shortcomings and my bad habits and my need to repent. The article says:

“If you dream of angels, it represents the dislocation in your soul. Usually angels represents chastity, innocence, and purity. Make sure you heard what the angels were trying to say to you in your dream, as this could be the main notification and key to your happy life and what you should do to reach that happiness.

The other meaning of seeing angels in your dream could be that you are behaving irresponsibly without thinking of important things. 

…it is a demand to repent.”

After reading those, and after I have watched Lily’s prophesy of the King on Facebook, I knew for sure what God wanted to tell me and what God wanted me to share to you.

Repent. For He is coming!

No one knows for sure when, but He is coming and we should be ready. These visions say something. I am glad that God talked to me through that dream. I praise Him! Truly, I felt honored that our Father talked to me though that simple gesture of His to talk to me through the dream. That partnered with two-year-old Lily’s dream and the dreams of a lot of the servants of God, are all saying something to us. Let us listen to it- to Abba, our Father- and keep it on our minds and in our hearts.

Abba up!

 

With love,

The Little Bonnie Lass


 

 

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: The Battle

Dear Readers,

Hi! Let me start this blog post by mentioning that I am a Communications student specializing in, well…. communications. And I will not start by ranting about how people degrade this course by saying things like, “There are no job opportunities related to that course! Why take it in the first place?” Besides, this is not what it’s all about, although, maybe (and hopefully) you can get glimpses of how important and substantial and significant this course is.

Now, then, to get to the point, this blog post is all about how “media” (social media, newspapers, magazines, films, etc.) can influence a Christian’s way of life and how a Christian should utilize and tread upon it carefully.

Yesterday, my bestest friend shared with me a story. It was all about a video she watched once in YouTube by John Ramirez who was a Satanist turned into God’s own man. In his testimony, he said that he was a devil worshiper for 25 years. John Ramirez’ father was a Satanist; thus, he was brought up to be one as well. He was taught different kinds of black magic, witchcraft, tarot card reading and even worse, was taught how to kill people to completely turn back to God. In the video, he described “Satan’s Tactics” to take you away from God and to turn back. “To paralyze” was his term for his neighbors to deceive them into thinking that God is just a “fantasy”, a “product of one’s own imagination.” Ramirez went to describe the different media Satan and his disciples use to deceive people, to gain followers whom they will lead and will lead other people into destruction.  And what caught my attention was the part on how Satan uses the different types of media to destroy the lives of everyone.

Say for example the different films people love to watch. There are certain features in there Satan uses to take our mind away from the truth God instilled in us. Witchcraft, prostitution, murder, pornography, lies, darkness, infidelity, hopelessness, so on and so forth. Even in an “innocent” cartoon or game applications children love to play, there are certain features like murder, thievery, and curses that are hidden from our sight but are secretly deceiving our minds. Social media has its evils as well, taking our minds away from God, making us vain, and making us selfish.

But then, John Ramirez heard God’s voice. And he listened to Him, taking him back from the darkness and finally, into the light. Of course, I am sure it did not happen in a whiplash. But it did happen. Through God’s will, time, and help. His miracles are true!

In this, we see the power of media. How media is used for evil in ways we did not know exist. And so as “media practitioners,” we need to be aware and to be careful on how to utilize these kinds of media. Be observant. Be fierce in the battle of which we are fighting. Know that God does not want to see us wallow in the pits of fire and darkness. He wants us in His realm, with His angels, with Him.

Do not be deceived.

I know. It is difficult. But have no doubt. God can help us. And I, as a servant of God, endeavors to be sensitive and to fight the good fight of this battle against evil. Let us use the talents God gave us as an instrument in fighting for God and with God and to win more souls for the citizens of heaven to prevail.

With love, 

The Little Bonnie Lass

P.S. Let us help each other.


Painting by Christine Wu

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: I Don’t Know What Love Is.

Dear Reader,

Every single time a friend asks me for an advice when it comes to romantic relationships, I do not know what to do. I do not even know what to say. It was as if a big chunk of apple was stuck in my throat, and I was just waiting for it to choke me. And yet my friends approach me as if I was their fairy godmother who had every answer to their questions, without knowing that, really, I am as stuck as they are. Besides, I cannot really give an advice if I have not even experienced it, can I?

One thing I know about love- at least the one that resides in this world and the one that people know so well- is that no one can really fully grasp what it means. “Love,” as the world and our society describes, is like a maze- you do not know which way to go, really. It was all trial and error. Go this way and if there is no path on which to walk through, then go the other way. Sometimes, when one is completely lost, he or she stays on one place, waiting for someone to just rescue her and lead the way to the nearest exit. As simple as that. Or not. It is a mesh of beauty and ugly, honesty and lies, laughter and tears, joy and sorrow, vows and more vows, lies and more lies. And yet the world craves it like a drug for which they wanted to drown themselves in. People even kill for love, literally. And this part, I cannot understand.

Because- and the question that lingers in my mind is this- isn’t love supposed to bring peace and hope for everyone involved- or not- in it? Yes, I understand. You may be shouting at your screens right now saying, “You do not know what love is! You have not experienced it! You do not know what you are saying!”

But let me tell you this. Maybe, I know a different kind of love than you do, darling. Maybe what I know of love is not of this world but far from it. Maybe what I know is this…

The Way of Love

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends. 

As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.

So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 

(1 Corinthians 13:1-13)

Now I have to say this. I do not believe that love is crazy and that it makes one blind. The love I know of will not turn anyone crazy and insane and blind. It will give clarity. It will give peace and purity, humility and kindness. It is not a loud scream or a frightening roar; it is a gentle wind, soothing to the flesh. It dries up tears; it whispers songs of forgiveness and grace. This is the love I know of. This is how I know it comes from God.

This is maybe why I still cannot relate to the ways of the world. I cannot fathom how the world describes love as if it was just another word in the dictionary. And yet even though I cannot fully grasp the way the world uses it, I still give the people I know a few words that will linger in their minds as they think of love.

If this love is true, you will not be wanting to move on.

I know this for sure, because love cannot be only experienced romantically- as in a relationship with the opposite sex. Love can be experienced with your family who supports you, your friends who give you a good laugh, your best friend who stands by you no matter what, your teacher who inspires you to work harder, and the God who gave you all these and more.

And so my next advice would be this: Wait. 

Experience God first and then wait. Let Him teach you the way of love, and then, when you are ready in His time, experience this love growing and extending to the people around you.

And remember…

If this love is true, you will not be wanting to move on.

With love,

The Little Bonnie Lass


Flower crown girl original watercolor painting by OliveTwigStudio. Retrieved from Pinterest

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: Saying No

Dear Reader,

Yes, I know what you are thinking. Saying, “No,” is one of the most difficult things one could ever face especially when it comes to a friend. Saying, “No,” is always succeeded with the statement, “If I say no, *insert friend’s name here* might get angry at me,” and we know what that will bring. As a result, you might lose a friend, and if you lose him or her, you will be all alone. A.L.O.N.E.

I know, I know. I know what you are thinking, “Isn’t this a problem only children in the first grade encounter? Why should I even read this?”

Now, this is where you are wrong, because (and this is true, at least for me) the more we grow older, the more it is difficult to say no. Again, a ridiculous notion right? But here are some of the more ridiculous notions that we thought might happen if we say, “No.”

1. Living in this time and age is one big challenge. Society keeps on pounding its members with rule-of-thumbs and norms that when violated, will isolate and cage them away. People of every age experience this. A child experiences this at school; a teenager experiences this in the form of peer pressure; a young adult experiences this with a lot of decisions and choices he or she should make to face everyday; and the older ones may experience this with their families, their jobs, and their employers. As a result, we need companions to act as back ups whenever we need help, and to say no to them (even once) may endanger our friendship with them.

2. To say no means you are coward. (Blast this notion! I’m sorry, my impatience is getting ahead of me.) But let us face the truth. When told by a friend to go on a You-Only-Live-Once Adventure (without thinking of the consequences of your actions), and you said, “No,” (because apparently, you are in the right mind to think of the consequences), the next statement is of him or her taunting you and mocking you for not accepting the invitation. Mark. My. Words.

3. And lastly, the word “NO” is always associated with “negation” and “negativity”. You do not want to say, “No,” or else, you will be deemed a person who kills the fun. A “kill joy” to make it short.
Now, after explaining the reasons that hinder us from saying no, it is now my turn to actually tell you that these reasons are generally, One. Big. Lie.

Let me tell you two stories I have encountered about a month ago involving two friends of mine. The first one is all about a friend who genuinely does not want to inflict any disrespect or hurt on anyone. This person just acted in the spur of the moment, intending to have fun with me and my friends. This friend is fond of using Photoshop and actually edited my face to a different body (a sensual body, nonetheless). I did not like it, and I told her about it. I said, “No,” and she apologized for it and deleted the edited photo right away.

The second story, on the other hand, bordered on the line of atrocity, an act of seemingly bad taste. A friend of mine (supposedly a friend) demanded something from me that I could not give both because it is not right in the eyes of the Lord, and because giving it would violate the kind of woman my Father in Heaven told me I should be. I said, “No”. My friend continued on demanding it and yet, I stood by that one word. And the words I told the person next, made the conversation stop: “I won this round. You lost.”

Let me remind you, love, that a true friend will not lead you in danger where the only answer you could provide is, “No.” And if ever there was a yes-and-no situation between the both of you, he or she will respect your choice and will tell you that everything will be alright. A true friend will never leave your side and will walk with you through the bad and the good.

Also, saying, “No,” is not a sign of being a coward, love. In fact, it is a sign of courage! Standing up for what is right amidst all the people who are going the opposite direction, is an act of courage in all sides! Let us not conform in the ways of the world. Be different, love. Who cares if you kill the fun? Besides, there is no fun in making the wrong choices that will lead to the worst of the consequences. And if you truly care for your friend, your “No” should be followed by words that will tell them the extent of how much you care about them, enough to make them think twice of their actions and withdraw from it as soon as possible.

And love, remember what our Father said through Paul?

“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” (Romans 12:2)

With love,
The Little Bonnie Lass

P.S. Remember, love, “Only dead fish go with the flow.”

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: Crumbles of Faith

“I do not know how to continue. I’m losing hope. I still do things I shouldn’t and I feel as if God left me. I cannot see God nor feel Him. How do you do it? How do you continue?”

Every time someone asks me this question, I panic. I was faced with this question many times during the past years, and every time people ask me this, I simply tell them the truth (well, after panicking for a while and asking God what to do): that I was feeling the same thing. The only difference is that I kept on believing that our God is true and that He is constant.

Often times people thought that I am burning with faith and love and kindness. They thought I was always happy, without any bit of a problem, that I have nothing on my back to burden me. But let me tell you the truth: I am burdened, and it was I who burden me, and as ridiculous as it sounds, one of the greatest enemies we may have is ourselves. Yes, this is true. Most of the times, I am ashamed of myself, disgusted even. I did things that make me want to hide inside a cave and live there for the next thousand years. My attitude is also filled with flaws. I am impatient to a fault; I do not get angry often, but when I do, people would not recognize me at all. My own thoughts during the night plague me, preying on the prayers I should have been whispering instead. In fact, I always think of myself as a quite complex character in a novel- the one you cannot predict, the one you are confused whether he is the hero or the villain. And all these things cause me to lose hope on myself and lose faith on God, doubting whether He would ever forgive me. And so sometimes, when people ask me how I continue, I stay silent for a while (panicking deep inside), thinking it would be hypocritical of me to tell them it was easy- as if it was just a procedure on how to make pancakes.

And so again, I tell them the truth: I feel the same.

But then, this statement is always followed by a fact God always reminded me with. This fact, whenever I was reminded of it, gives me the peace of mind and of the heart that made me realize the folly of my anxiety. It was this fact, so extraordinary in its existence that makes everything so different: God is constant. And our sins are flecks of dust He blows away. Do not put God in a box. He is greater than our sins, greater than the sorrow we feel, the financial problems we encounter, the deterioration of health, the death of a loved one. He is greater than us.

And so when asked how I continue, I now say: I feel the same, but I collect crumbles of faith wherever I go. I try to see God in the little good things I encounter everyday. Children playing in the rain, strangers smiling to greet you, a safe ride on a bus, a simple Bible verse on a jeepney, good food, lots of books, a family to go home to, true friends to help you, our talents, simple things to remind us that God is good, and that He is constant in a world full of flaws and sinful people.

And always, I tell them of a passage in the Bible that is always in my heart and in my mind whenever I lose faith.

Jesus Heals a Boy with a Demon

And when they came to the crowd, a man came up to him and, kneeling before him, said, “Lord, have mercy on my son, for he is an epileptic and he suffers terribly. For often he falls into the fire, and often into the water. And I brought him to your disciples, and they could not heal him.” And Jesus answered, “O faithless and twisted generation, how long am I to be with you? How long am I to bear with you? Bring him here to me.” And Jesus rebuked the demon, and it came out of him, and the boy was healed instantly. Then the disciples came to Jesus privately and said, “Why could we not cast it out?” He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain,’Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:14-20)

We can move mountains through the power of God, so let us continue to pick up crumbles of faith wherever we go and see how these pieces will bring about great blessings coming from God.

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: Optimism

Dear Reader,

People always ask me time and time again how I always keep a light, positive attitude even under pressure. They believe me a great optimist- all smiles, rainbows, unicorns, and laughter- that they thought I never get angry or sad or irritated over people. Some even get to the point of trying my patience and angering me on purpose to see how a great optimist like me loses control.

I will tell you my secret in a minute, but first, I have to tell you something really important.

There is a great difference between being an optimist and being numb.

I get angry. I get sad. I fall in love. I am not numb.

Sometimes, people thought being an optimist carries nothing but gladness and joy, but everyone has to understand that before I got to this point in my life, I happened to be a depressed little lass without a pinch of self-esteem and confidence in her skinny bones. And still, at this point, bigger challenges come my way in the form of disrespectful men, competitive women, and the lack of freedom to wring their necks with my bare hands. (Okay, just kidding!) Worse, being an optimist, they thought, was analogous to being numb in one way or another. People thought an optimist is not hurt, is always fearless, and is always happy without thinking that optimism- at least in my case- is a choice.

And this particular choice, we have to understand, is a gift from God.

Yes. This is my secret. I prefer to look at life the way God looks at it. He did not breathe life into us to make us feel guilty over our sins or to punish us for the sins we have committed. He does not kiss us every night only to find out that we have been constantly looking under our beds, or worse, over the bathroom mirror to look for monsters. He does not whisper His love to us every second of our lives only to curse in the wind and whisper gossips to people.

He gave us life to enjoy it. He kisses us every night to let us know He will stay awake to protect us. And He whispers His love as a sweet lullaby to give us rest.

This is my secret to optimism. Be brave enough to trust God to lighten your day and to trust His will and purpose for you.

With love, 

The Little Bonnie Lass

P.S. Do not be so hard on yourself, love.

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