The 36-hour highlights

A week ago, I paid a visit to the place I've always considered my second home ever since I set foot on it. It was merely a 36-hour stay. The only reason I made a rush visit to Dumaguete was to surprise a friend on her birthday. I was confronted by a couple of dilemmas that would have canceled the trip. But since God was willing, I set sail for the first time this year.

Happy birthday Nat! I came here for you and for you alone! Imagine the hours I voyaged to reach you! Char!

The Thing I Miss The Most.
My visit to Dumaguete was really quick.  Real quick! Super quick! I wasn't able to go around much and meet more people. This made me think of the many things I missed to do, and those few things that I did with my mere rush visit.

Among the many things I miss about Dumaguete, I miss "my guys" the most. They're the guys I consider my barkada from church. When not alone, I was with them in almost everything I did living in Dumaguete.  Ever since, hanging out with them has never been dull and pretentious. Every moment is always a fruitful exchange of laughter, stories, and prayers. They're a bunch of ordinary people whom I share the same awesome and extraordinary passion about Jesus Christ. I miss their company and everything else about them. I miss them so much because the likes of them are rare.

Real friends never lead us away from God. Instead, they provoke us to godliness. (Proverbs 17:17; Proverbs 18:24)

36 Hours.