30/11/2021
๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ผ๐น๐ฑ'๐ ๐ง๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐บ๐ผ๐ป๐
๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ต 27:
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๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ
โ
(๐ช๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐, ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ช๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐)
Donโt you realize that your body
is the temple of the Holy Spirit,
who lives in you and was given to you by God?
You do not belong to yourself,
for God bought you with a high price.
So you must honor God with your body.
๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ ๐ฒ:๐ญ๐ต-๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐งโ
DEFILE. (Verb)
To defile is to make dirty
or unclean.
To debase.
To make impure.
To desecrate.
I was defiled by different male and female figures in my life.
Here is my story.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
โ
๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ,
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆโ
Scripture:
๐๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ท๐ข๐ญ
๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด,
๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ?
๐๐ณ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ?
๐๐ง ๐ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ,
๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ต.
๐๐๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ฆ ๐ญ:๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐
By this time, my youngest sister was about to finish high school, and soon after that she would start college. I had guilt feelings about disappointing my parents. Halfway through a four-year course, I took a break in my college education due to marriage and child-rearing. Though I had finished an associate degree, I wanted to console my parents with a full-bachelorโs degree.
My fatherโs dream was for me to proceed to law school, which was not my passion. I didnโt want to read lots of books, and most of all, I hated memorizing laws. Therefore, I aimed at finishing my bachelorโs degree. My idea was to convince my father, somehow, that I was going to pursue law school later.
I got an OFFER from my old college to STUDY for FREE, in exchange that I would coach and train the high school varsity team. I saw it as a favorable deal because my child went to a preparatory school nearby.
๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐
๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ
It turned out to be the most challenging time of my life. I could not rest because weekends were spent for the tournaments. I was fortunate enough that we still lived with my parents then, who were so supportive of me and all my endeavors. Still ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐บ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ. ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ! From early mornings to evenings my child and I were in school. After classes, I had to train the team.
Three times a week, my child and I would take a jeepney ride from our home to her pre-school where I would leave her shortly before eight oโclock in the morning. Then with two bags, I would run the 20-minute walk distance to my college in order to come in time for my first class at 8:30 am. Once my second subject was over at 10:30 am, I would then run as fast as I could back to the pre-school to fetch my child whose class already ended half an hour before.
I was fortunate though that I had an aunt who was nanny to a rich neighborโs son, who went to the same pre-school as my child. My aunt volunteered to wait and keep my child company until I arrived. Always panting for breath from running!
Rain or shine, my child and I would WALK back to my college to eat lunch at the school canteen. Our lunch box had rice and whatever food was available from home. To make our meal a bit nutritious, we would buy ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐น ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฝโ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ๐โfrom the canteen ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ต ๐ณ๐ถ๐ณ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐ผ๐. ๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ. My child was not choosy with foods and had a good appetite; therefore, it happened very often that ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ lunch-box ๐ณ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ณ๐ฎ๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐บ๐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐น๐ฑ, knowing that we still had 7 to 8 hours before our next full meal.
It seemed strange though that even if I didnโt always eat a full meal, I didnโt complain of hunger. I did not feel hungry. Perhaps because my mind was just too focused on running here and there and making sure everything that needed to be accomplished was done before the day was over.
Or maybe because
๐ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ธ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ต๐๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ.
๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ธ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฒ!
Scripture:
๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ,
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ด๐ง๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต
๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
๐ฃ๐๐ฎ๐น๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฑ:๐ญ๐ฒ
๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ
๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ.
๐ป๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐
๐๐๐.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ.
๐ฃ๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฒ:๐ณ-๐ด
After lunch I had to attend to three more subjects until four oโclock in the afternoon. Where did my child go while I was in my own class?
Every siesta time after lunch, my child was given permission to sleep on a sofa in the sewing-cooking room. Every class holding cooking lessons would make sure that my child was fed from their finished products. The Practical Arts teacher handling the cooking lessons was my former teacher in high school.
Some of my close relativesโnieces and children of my cousinsโwho were students in high school took turn in keeping an eye on my child. It happened very often that, while I sat in my class, I would receive little notes telling me where my child was.
Once the varsity team began training, my child would also get busy playing ball with some high school students or younger sisters of the varsity players. Since the school ground was not so expansive, I could watch my child at the same time that I was working.
Each time we arrived home from school and sports training, my child would look like โunsold kamonggayโ (moringa, a green leafy vegetable) in the market, so tired that she would sleep in the jeepney the whole trip home. Our jeepney ride stopped some fifteen-minute walking distance to our home. That meant I had to walk the last leg of our journey, carrying my sleeping toddler in my arms with three bags: one backpack, and one bag each on both my shoulders.
The fact that I had to take a number of subjects in another school, two days a week, added to my already-stressful situation. It meant that I had to commute back-and-forth between the college located in the uptown area and the university situated in the downtown area. Thatโs a 20-minute jeepney ride, one way, minus the traffic. Nevertheless, ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฎ๐น๐ณ-๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐ณ. ๐ช๐ต๐?
It was pretty much the same routine in the early morning really as the other days; except that instead of running to the college nearby after I left my child at the pre-school, I would take a jeepney ride to the university.
I was always late for my first subject. Thank God that my teacher was very considerate of my situation and did not mind me rushing in, my shirt wet with sweat and catching my breath every Tuesday and Thursday mornings. After my second subject was over at ten thirty, it was running time again. I would take a jeepney back to the uptown area to fetch my child from the pre-school; then together we would joyfully ride a public utility jeepney home.
Home sweet home, was where we would get the privilege to eat lunch with my parents in our dining room. Right after lunch, I would run back to the university, which was a 15-minute walking distance from our home, to attend a couple of subjects; while my child took that precious siesta nap and had the chance to play with some cousins later in the afternoon; simple joys for a child really. After my classes at the university I would again take another jeepney trip to the college in the uptown area to train the varsity team until seven oโclock in the evening.
๐ฆ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐? ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐! ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ; ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐น๐๐ฒ, ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฎve ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐น๐๐บ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐. ๐ข๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ, ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ have ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐พ๐๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป.
It was the utmost sacrifice that also took a big chunk of my meager allowance, which led to this situation:
A number of times,
my child and I were forced
to walk home from school
which was a distance of
approximately 4.5 kilometers.
Add to that two school bags
and one utility bag
for our lunch box and extra clothes.
In most part of the route,
I had to carry in my arms
my dead-tired sleeping toddler.
Why?
We had no money for the jeepney fare.
I took a sabbatical leave from my work in order to finish my college degree. I was too proud to ask money from my parents; and, as much as possible, except for medical emergency, I did not want to borrow from anybody. Due to the demands of my school work, I also took a break from my work at the market. However, I still worked extra in the family business, whenever I had time; I needed it for our daily allowance, but it wasnโt sufficient.
One time, I tried selling green mangoes and crunchy guavas to team players and other girls that hanged around while the training went on. It was a desperate act of saving every single centavo for that much preferred jeepney ride home, instead of walking. It did not last for many days. One day, I was called to the principalโs office and was ordered not to sell anything to the students.
๐ ๐ด๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป ๐บ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฝ๐, however. Those evenings that my child was with me in school, during the varsity trainings, ๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐ธ ๐ต๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป! ๐ก๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป! I needed to save every precious single peso coin for the jeepney fare with my child. What did I do?
On Tuesday and Thursday evenings after the trainings, since I only had one bag containing my school books, I would run home! I took advantage of the adrenalin still pumping in my veins and muscles to ferry me faster through the almost 5 kilometers distance towards home; accompanied only by my shadow which was a much, much lighter alternative to a sleeping toddler in my arms. Running. All alone. In the dark.
Scripture:
๐ป๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐-๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ท๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ค
๐กโ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐,
๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐?
โ
๐
๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐โ ๐ ๐ค๐๐ฆ
๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐.
โ
๐ธ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐
๐คโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
โ
๐โ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐
๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐ก,
๐๐ข๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐
๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐.
โ
๐โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ข๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ;
โ
๐ผ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐
๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐.
๐๐, ๐ผ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ฆ
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐
๐ ๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ผ โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ,
๐ผ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐
๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐.
๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ ๐ต:๐ฎ๐ฐ-๐ฎ๐ณ ๐ก๐๐ฉ
๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐ญ๐๐ก ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐
๐ป๐๐๐๐๐:
How do you think Marigold would fare in this new trial in her life?
How many more years would Marigold continue running?
Watch for many more episodes related to her 2-year struggle,
for not one single episode is like the ordinary.
Link to PART 1โฆ
https://www.facebook.com/DoorOfHopeMinistryCebu/posts/3581882981842777
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐, ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐
๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐,
๐ฐ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐
๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐.
๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐๐๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐.
