Miracle Sent: A Sleeping Child (Memoir)

This memoir is a piece I wrote for a writing contest I joined last September 2021 held by Scribblory. The theme was: “Anyone can write: Celebrating Life and Memoirs.” I didn’t make it to top 10 but being able to go through this memory again through writing was a great reward in itself. Dear reader, consider this memoir as a small gift to you. Enjoy!

“Oh Lord, please send me a miracle.”

When the lights were being turned off in the office, I took it as a sign to pack up and go home. With deep sigh, I straightened my formal office attire and prepared to leave the comforts of my desk. I was fresh out of college then, but you could see stress eating away at my youth. 

My stomach grumbled.

If a growling stomach is a miracle in disguise, I wished God could’ve picked a better timing. Payday was still a few days away and my wallet was filling up with dust. Regret overcame me as everything I bought outside my budget danced around my brain. I really shouldn’t have taken the cab that day.  

I was looking forward to going home and sleeping but the roads had a different plan. The city of Makati glittered red and white with cars creating a perfect gridlock. “Lord, send a miracle now please!” I shouted in my head – maybe I wasn’t loud enough the first time. I was tired and the buses wouldn’t pick me up. I was beginning to miss the cool office climate. 

“Lord, send me a miracle!”

It didn’t look like the roads would clear so I decided to do what was unthinkable. Walk.

My apartment was only three kilometers away, and it’s better to move than be stuck. I walked because no amount of complaining would get me anywhere. I walked because I knew that miracles don’t just happen, they are made. I walked because I decided to be my own miracle.

But first things first! A miracle worker needs to eat.

The journey home was a real test. Picture an exhausted, hungry, and broke gentleman passing by his favorite restaurants. I had to fight the impulse of spending too much money for food if I want to survive the next few days. 

Feeling hot, I took a detour in the supermarket. As I cooled down, my eyes ravenously feasted on their selections. They had grilled pork belly, fried chicken, barbecue, cold cuts, noodles, dumplings, and a variety of other dishes. I was salivating like a fountain. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a miraculous sign.

END OF DAY SALE 50% OFF: Whole Honey-Glazed Roasted Chicken

“Dear God! Thank you for the miracle!”

Little random surprises like these makes life worth living. The leftovers will last me until the next payday. It was closing time, so I had the chicken chopped and asked rice to go with it. Lining up at the register, I daydreamed taking a bite of the roast, tasting the honey glaze, and singing alleluia as I chewed. I couldn’t wait to get home!

With a spring in my step and a bag of delicious chicken on hand, I was prepared to face the old overpass.

The old overpass wasn’t scary, it’s well-lit and people use it daily. I only had a traumatic experience of being chased by a homeless child with a stick from one end to the other. It’s the shortest going to my apartment but because of that ordeal I always took the long way around. But not tonight.

“Lord, please not tonight! Not tonight!” I prayed under my breath, closely clutching the bag of chicken ready to make a run for it.

Many people were using the overpass that night. I noticed they all had the same expression of exhaustion on their faces. They walked at a briskly minding their own business. Everyone was just passing by – all of us victims of traffic. A wave of sadness suddenly came over me and I slowed down. Amidst the blur of crisp shirts and tailored coats, at the little corner of the pass, I saw the boy. But something was different about him.

He looked lifeless as he slept on a makeshift mat made of cardboard. His frail form was ignored by the busy world around him. Paying no attention to fear, I made my way towards the little corner. He was covered from head to toe with grime, flies camped at his feet, tear marks traced his cheeks, and his forehead was etched with wrinkles. 

My heart ached for him. 

Touching his shoulder, I gently woke him up.

“Hey kid, wake up, I have something for you” I said in a soft voice, holding back tears. He got up with a confused look on his face. Thank God! He’s alive! He didn’t ask questions, but his face asked them for him. I assured him that he’s safe with me.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet” said the child in a weak voice.

“Here, this is for you. All of this is for you.” My eyes welled up as I sat beside him and prepared a meal of whole roasted chicken with rice for him. I didn’t mind that people were staring at us. I didn’t mind my hunger and exhaustion. I didn’t mind that my clothes were being stained. All I cared about was how I could give back life to this boy in our little corner of the overpass.

He shared his story with me as I watched him eat. He was stuck and afraid in an unknown place without enough money to go back home. I listened and stayed with him for a while. Compassion moved me to give whatever I had left to help him reunite with his family. A child that I had once feared taught me how to truly love. 

“Thank you, mister,” he said with a smile.

As we parted ways, I was overjoyed with tears uncontrollably running down my face. That night could have been like any other night, I went home with my hands empty, but my heart was filled with grace.


“Thank you, Lord, for sending me a miracle!”


This was the first time I wrote a memoir. It’s like preserving precious memories with carefully chosen words. Any ideas how I can improve it? I’d like to hear your thoughts in the comments!

Miracle On My Cab Driver’s Playlist

I was on my way to work feeling overwhelmed and on the brink of being apathetic. The only thing I can remember was being crushed by intense emotions from all sides and my brain isn’t helping me with it’s enthusiastic overthinking. Going to work that day was a distraction to keep myself from spiraling down even more. 

My cab driver’s Spotify playlist didn’t help lift my mood. It was a hodgepodge of genres and it began to pick on my nerves. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and said a short honest prayer “Dear God, I want this day over!”

Then I heard a song that I didn’t expect to be included in the driver’s playlist. The song’s bridge and chorus goes like this:

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine

The song is Oceans by Hillsong UNITED. This song holds a deep meaning for me spiritually being a Christian. My eyes welled up with tears and I spent the rest of the ride struggling to hold them back. They weren’t tears of sadness but of assured joy, peace, and gratitude. That day was filled with abundant, overflowing, miraculous grace.

I believe that there are no coincidences. When God wants to tell us something He will use ordinary things in an extraordinary way that we could never expect. Whatever happens in our present and our future has already been perfectly orchestrated by God so there is no need to worry. 

Keep trusting, keep going. Have faith!

Maybe God is telling you something today. Slow down, say a prayer, be silent, and listen. 

“Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.”

1 Samuel 3:10

Sending love! May you have a grace-filled day today!


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Confession: I’m Struggling Too

Our living room ceiling

You’re broken.

These words gently echoed inside my head as I laid down on our living room floor gasping for air. I took a break from doing a set of crunches and just stared at the ceiling letting the words sink in.

“I am broken. Kalvin, you’re broken!” I whispered to myself.

Then the most unexpected thing happened. I laughed out loud like a maniac!  With each triumphant “ha” making my non-existent abs ache.

I found joy at that moment because finally, I have embraced the truth that everything is not right within me. I’m like a car with a loose gear trying to move forward in bad traffic. Accepting and owning my brokenness prompted me to go inside my heart and apply much-needed self-love to the parts that I have forgotten and neglected. Self-love can take little getting used to, and it may sting a little bit, but it has a promise of healing and of peace.

My journey during this pandemic has not been easy for me emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually. You may see positive and fun posts coming from me but don’t be fooled, I’m struggling too. I’ve nearly lost myself to anxiety, I’ve almost completely shut myself off from the world, and I’ve countlessly rocked back and forth between faith and doubt. I’ve had many okay days, not so okay days, and days where I sit in the middle of the two. What kept me going was clinging to an unexplainable piece of hope, honest conversations, and a little bit of exercise.

How about you? How are you feeling? Are you ok?  

Wherever you are, whatever you’re feeling, and whatever situation you are in don’t lose sight of hope. Maybe you’re also being invited to go inside your own brokenness too. Don’t be afraid to do what you need to do to heal. Go take that sick leave, say no, delete your social media apps, start exercising –anything!

Life can be messy right now but it can’t take your hope from you. So hang in there and believe that breakthrough is still coming.


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