Thursday Tune #25: Heart Like You

When I was in gradeschool, an elderly man would drop by our house in Kapitolyo almost every week with a few baskets or boxes. He was one of the faithful vendors who sold fresh fruits to us and to our neighbors. It was during those times that I learned how to tell if a ripe mango was sweet (just by smelling its top part). Also, at an early age, I was fascinated by how my mom bargained when she bought fruits from the man and how the man used his handy and unique weighing scale to measure them.

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After a few years, our family needed to transfer to a different house (and neighborhood) which was mainly the reason why we weren’t able to see the vendor anymore. Fast forward to end of July 2014 — my younger brother was buying bread from one of our favorite bakeries in Kapitolyo and I was waiting in the car when I noticed a very familiar face. It was raining at that time, so I couldn’t clearly recognize his face. But, when I saw him drag a box of fruits along the sidewalk, somehow I knew that it was the same man who sold mangoes to us when I was still a kid. Because it was raining, he sat down outside a salon and started to segregate the fruits in his box.

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A few minutes later, my brother went back to the car and I told him about it. He squinted his eyes, checked the old man’s things from a far, and he confirmed to me that it really was him! We couldn’t believe it! He was still selling fruits in Kapitolyo – our hometown! Haha.

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I opened the window of the car and called the old man. I briefly shared to him that I remembered who he was since we grew up seeing him sell his fruits in our village. Eventually, I bought a kilo of the mangosteen from him and we gave him some of the freshly baked bread we got from the nearby bakery.

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It was a warm experience for me that rainy day when I saw him again. I very much appreciated how he still continues to be responsible and hardworking in his job. But, what blessed me more was seeing how this elderly man showed integrity even in the smallest things. Before we got to talk to the man, I already noticed him segregating the mangosteen that he had while he was waiting for the rain to stop. Without anyone telling him to do so or without him knowing that someone was watching him, he removed those that were rock-hard/dry and made sure to sell only the good ones to his customers that day.

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This observation was actually one of the reasons why I wanted to share our bread with him that day. It was a blessing to see a Christ-like heart out on the street. Also, he was wearing a shirt with these words printed on the back: “Mahal tayo ni Hesus.” Or in English: “Jesus loves us.” — So cool!


The elderly man reminded me of a song I’ve been listening to recently. It’s called “Heart Like You” by Love and the Outcome. I hope that this tune will be an encouragement to you too. :)


“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.” [Philippians 4:8]

Encourage yourself one tune at a time. :)

THURSDAY TUNE #18: He is With Us

When I got home from work today, I started looking for an old photo of me and my younger brother, Gabriel. I did this because I wanted to post it on his Facebook since it’s his birthday in a few hours. Interestingly, as I was going through the photos, I was reminded of one of the memorable experiences that I had with him before. I think I was still in the second grade when this happened and Gabo was still in kindergarten.

At that time, my mom would occasionally ask me to get some medicines or tools from her clinic and bring them inside our house (which was actually connected to the clinic). This task involved the ff. steps: Going through a dark room, finding and switching on the lights, getting mom’s things, switching off the lights, and running back home alive. Haha. It was funny because I remember being afraid of the dark so much that I needed to “force” and/or plead my younger brother to come with me to the clinic. (Thank you, Gabo!)

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After some time, my parents found out about my fear and encouraged me by saying: “Nicole, remember that Jesus is in you. Jesus is with you. You don’t have to be afraid of the dark.” And by God’s grace, after that, I gained the confidence and had the courage to go inside the clinic by myself as I communicated with Jesus. “I am not afraid because Jesus, You’re with me.”

I praise God because at a young age, He allowed me to experience His presence in my life. I also praise God for my parents who intentionally encouraged me to seek Him when I was tempted to be afraid.

Also, as I grew in my relationship with God, I realized that in this world, I will still encounter “scary”, discouraging, “seemingly impossible” and “hopeless” situations. But, God said in His word that He will never leave us nor forsake us (Hebrews 13:5) and I continue to hold on to this truth. I continue to dwell on who He is in my life and how He is so much greater than anything negative in our lives.

For this Thursday’s tune, I wanted to share with you a song that closely speaks to my heart. It has been a great source of encouragement to me as it reminds me of our Heavenly Father who is always with us. May this song encourage you as well! :)

♫ Our faith is sealed
Our hope is real
Come what may
We’re not afraid.

We can trust our God
He knows what He’s doing…  ♫

Encourage yourself one tune at a time. :)