Happy Pill

I just brought my parents to the airport this morning and consequently had to pop in my ultimate pill against sadness, Christian music. This is after walking into an empty room my parents occupied for the past weeks and stumbling into the tocino, longanisa and a couple of other food stuff they had left behind in my fridge (sniff! :). Right now I'm listening to the Revive album of Gary V. Already, I feel better and I know I'll be bouncing back in no time especially after Church later. Galing nga kasi a friend just called for dinner with some Pinoy friends this evening.

I've had so many people say, even complain, how stoic and nonchalant I can get. I've had some describe me to be "Nazi"-like when I need to implement a particularly difficult decision (even in my personal life). But like all 'warriors,' we all have moments we put our guard down (as I've always been taught not to do in karate) because it's impossible to keep it up all the time. It's these time when I gladly run back to our Heavenly Father, faced with the presence of the King of all Kings, and lay it all down...armour, sword and all...knowing only He can give comfort, joy and peace that transcends all understanding, something the world will never be able to give.

Warrior is a Child
Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing
I'm strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears

They don't know that I come running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Coz deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child

Unafraid because
His arrow is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
I never face retreat, oh no
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet

They don't know that I come running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Coz deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child

(Words and music by Twila Paris)