marco baylon

i love my d12s. you guys rock.

ryan’s d12:
ever since i got back to going to d12 and started going weekly. ive been really blessed. tonight was our biggest number so far (i think, for the thursday group). and it was really fun. i really am blessed with your stories and your encouragements. you are encouraging even if you dont even try to be, just sharing about how God has been moving and working in your life during the week is encouragement enough. actually, more than enough. whether it may be good things (or in most cases, like mikko’s story, GREAT things) or even bad things.. problems that you are facing. its just great. its just great. i praise God for you guys. mahal ko kayo.

mb d12
guys! i cant wait to see you naman tomorrow. sorry wala ako last week, sorry talaga. i know you have been texting me your situations this week and i cant wait to just be there and encourage you. i really hope we also grow together as a d12, as ryan’s d12 is also growing (both in quality and quantity). i really think if we just go weekly, we can see changes. we just have to be patient and persevere. you see, the enemy will try anything to distract/discourage/prevent you from going someplace that is sure to help you grow in your faith. im praying your guys, and yes, matagal ko na kayong mahal.

have you ever experienced hearing a particular song, then immediately be transported to that time and place when you first heard that song, enjoyed it, and would listen to it often? im sure you have. isnt it just a wonderful flurry of sensations? for one thing, you relish the moment, reminisce on days that has passed. on opportunities taken and opportunities lost. and not only do you remember the time and place, but even the mood, the environment, your thoughts and feelings…

i dont know about you, but i do.

but then you try to listen to the song again and again, trying.. squeezing every feeling, every memory, every emotion.. when you realize that slowly, that song is becoming part of your current life, your current time. the song of the past is becoming the song of the present. the memory of the past, quickly fades.. as it makes room for the now.

with the fear of losing something that precious, you stop listening to that song altogether. preserving, what seems to be, a part of your identity. and even at the risk of sounding cheesy, a part of your soul.

… which (thanks to that wonder of technology more commonly known as “shuffle”) sometimes resurfaces.. helping you not to forget, who you are.. and who you once were.