Push!

“I can do…”

(don’t stop there)

“I can do all things…”

(not quite there yet)

“I can do all things through Christ…”

(keep going)

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

(wait, there’s more)

There’s MORE?!?

Yes. Check the context.

This verse has nothing to do with will power or goal-setting or goal-getting or team spirit or community vibe.

Let’s go back to the actual words on the page and the situation that gave birth to them.

The apostle Paul is not standing on a stage with lights and loud music. He is sitting in a Roman prison—chained, probably cold, writing by the light of whatever small lamp the guards allowed. He does not know if he will live or die. He is not crafting a motivational speech. He is writing a thank-you note to a small, struggling church in Philippi that had scraped together money and supplies to help him while he was in need.

Here is the fuller picture (Philippians 4:11-13):

“Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.”

Paul is not saying, “With enough faith and positive thinking, you can achieve any dream you set your mind to.”

He is saying something far quieter, far stronger, and far more comforting:

“I have learned the secret of being content—no matter what season God has placed me in. Whether life feels abundant or painfully empty. Whether my body is healthy or breaking. Whether people are kind or cruel. In every single shifting circumstance, I am not left to survive on my own willpower. Christ Himself gives me the strength I need to remain faithful and steady.”

The “all things” is not a blank check for personal ambition.

The “all things” means all the ordinary, hard, confusing, and sometimes terrifying things that God’s people are actually called to walk through in this broken world.

It is the strength to rejoice even when the prison door stays locked.

It is the grace to keep loving when you feel empty.

It is the peace that holds your heart when the future looks dark.

It is the endurance to keep trusting when every feeling screams “give up.”

So the verse is not mainly about what you can accomplish.

It is about Who holds you when you feel you can accomplish nothing at all.

That is why a chained apostle could still overflow with joy.

He was not announcing his own unlimited potential.

He was announcing the unlimited sufficiency of Christ.

And that, dear reader, is the push that takes you farther than your self-talk ever could.

slice of life.

all we see are but slices

of an eternal journey

laden with thorns and thistles

when the road is smooth

it makes one wonder

is the easy life 

only meant for a grave sinner?

when one chooses

the straight and narrow

why is there only pain and sorrow?

we curate highlights

and skip the lowlights

we laud the trophies,

mute the travails

yet beauty can, too, be found

in the thick of chaos

and peace be had

in the dusky shadows

the rich and the pauper

go meet the same end

when their hearts are set 

on Heaven’s dividends.

Be Present

“For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus.”1 Thessalonians 4:14

I am still in disbelief, grieving my Momsie’s passing. I realize, however, that this disbelief stems from regret. I regret not having spent more time with her or showing up for her. I regret it in pretty much the same way I regretted not having spent much time with my Papa, my Lola and even my uncles. Spending quality time may not be my top love language, but God calls me “to redeem the time because the days are evil” (see Ephesians 5:15-16). God doesn’t waste any of my pains, even my regrets, and life is too short to wallow on regrets. Grief is hard but today I can make a choice. I can choose to honor the memory of these important people in my life by paying it forward.

From my Papa, I have learned to take responsibility for my own actions and choices. “You made your bed, you must lie on it,” he would say. Thank you, Papa. I miss you.


One of my uncles admonished me about my anger problem before: “Mabait ka naman eh, wag ka lang padaig sa galit.” Salamat po, Tito Banie.

My maternal grandmother, though she wasn’t as wordy as I am, taught me the value of persevering in prayer for the people we love. Lola Tutay, mahal kita.


My dearest Momsie Melanie who, in my U-turn days to Jesus, took me in and nurtured my fledgling, prodigal soul. Momsie humbly shared her 5 loaves and 2 fish to Jesus, and He faithfully multiplied it. She exemplified the inclusive love of Jesus, the love that doesn’t play favorites, His compassionate and gentle love that celebrates me for who I am – warts and all – and never gave up believing that I can become who God intends me to be. Salamatmuchee, Momsieee.

Even as I grieve and my heart is still in the process of healing and recovery, I will choose today, to honor the ones I love by being more present with those who are present with me. So help me God.

“So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12