11/09/2026
This Is What Dreams Are Made Of. 🤍
Sometimes, you just know deep down that you are meant for more.
But when you look at your life, everything feels like a mess, and you wonder:
“How am I ever going to get there?”
I grew up poor.
I don’t have a house of my own. I don’t have a car. There were so many things I learned not to dream about because they felt too expensive, too far, too impossible.
But somewhere inside me, I always believed:
There has to be more to my story.
Life wasn’t always kind to me.
I was misunderstood more times than I can count. For years, I felt like I was a friend to everyone, yet somehow, a friend to no one. I was always there for people, but when I needed someone, I learned that not everyone would show up for me.
And honestly, I got tired.
There were nights when all I could do was cry to God:
“Lord, when will my breakthrough come?”
“When will it be my turn?”
“I’m tired.”
I wasn’t asking for a perfect life. I just wanted to know that all the struggle, waiting, and tears would eventually mean something.
And God answered me—not all at once, but little by little.
Today, I still don’t have the house or the car.
But I’ve traveled to places I once thought were out of reach. I’ve eaten food I once thought was too expensive. I’ve stood in countries I used to only see in pictures.
And sometimes I stop and think,
“How did I get here?”
For someone who grew up poor, these aren’t just trips.
They’re reminders that where you start doesn’t have to determine where you end.
I didn’t grow up with privilege.
I grew up with dreams.
And by God’s grace, some of those dreams have finally come true.
But perhaps one of God’s sweetest surprises wasn’t a place at all.
It was people.
When I stopped expecting people to show up for me, they did. They celebrate me, genuinely get happy for my wins, and love me in ways I never expected. After years of feeling misunderstood and out of place, I finally found people I don’t have to chase or convince.
I finally found my people.
And then there was love.
By the time it came, I was already okay without it.
I had made peace with traveling alone, building my dreams alone, and figuring life out on my own.
A partner became a bonus, not a necessity.
Then God gave me one anyway.
Someone I never expected.
And for the first time, I wasn’t afraid to say yes again.
Not because I needed someone to complete me, but because I had learned to be whole on my own—and I could finally choose love without losing myself.
Looking back, I thought my breakthrough would be a house, a car, money, or a perfect life.
Now I know it can look very different.
Sometimes, it’s finding your people.
Sometimes, it’s finding where you belong.
Sometimes, it’s having the courage to love again.
Sometimes, it’s simply realizing that you’re already living pieces of the life you once cried to God about.
Yes, some of my dreams finally came true.
And now, I’m making new ones.
Because one dream coming true doesn’t mean the dreaming stops.
It means you realize you are capable of dreaming again.
I’m still not where I want to be. I still have prayers waiting to be answered and dreams I’m chasing.
But when I look back, I can finally say:
I’ve already come so far.
Maybe that’s what we forget when life gets hard.
Just because you haven’t received everything you’ve prayed for doesn’t mean God isn’t moving.
Sometimes, we’re so focused on the next blessing that we fail to recognize the ones already standing in front of us.
So if you’re tired, struggling, misunderstood, or wondering when it will finally be your turn—
keep going.
Your current situation is not your final chapter.
I know because I used to be the person crying that prayer too.
And now, through tears of a different kind, I can finally say:
“Lord… this is it.”
Not everything.
Not the end.
But enough to know that You were listening all along.
And if you’ve made it this far, I want to leave you with the prayer I once prayed for myself:
I pray that your tables turn too.
I pray that one day, the things that make you cry today will become the things you thank God for tomorrow.
I pray that you find your people.
That you find your place.
That you find the courage to love again.
That the dreams you are afraid to say out loud finally have room to become real.
And when your time comes, I hope you remember how it felt to wait.
Because one day, you too might look around, through tears, and whisper:
“Lord… ito pala.”
“Ito pala yung breakthrough na hinihintay ko.”
So keep praying.
Keep dreaming.
Keep going.
Your story isn’t over yet. 🤍
