From the Pit to a Purpose
I grew up not having parents because they died when I was still very young. That somehow contributed to my having deep insecurities as I grew up. I felt strongly uncertain of myself once I got into college where I transitioned into adulthood. I always felt awkward and...
Travel Purposes: Go
Like most of the youth in my generation, I yearn for the luxury known as traveling. I’ve met people who could go out of the country for vacation on a yearly basis. I’ve also met people who could get a taste of that experience only after saving up and waiting for seat...
A Good Slow Climb
When I went on my first hike in 2016, I knew I had to do something more than eating, sitting, lying down, and doing simple house chores. I had to do leg workouts. Squats. Jogging. But 2018 found me back to a sedentary lifestyle. I noticed how my belly started to form...
Where Do My Feet Take Me?
Life is an adventure. Every day comes to us with a million possibilities for change, self-discovery, friendship, love, and service. We find ourselves with choices such as– Do we go after the next stage of our dreams? Do we do our usual routine? Do we dare try...
Glimpses of Hope in Trials
I grew up as a kid in Sunday school and met my Heavenly Father and my Savior Jesus there. Through the hearing of the Word, God placed a hope in my heart that beautiful things could happen to me. But at the age of eight, my parents separated. Before I finished high...
The Hem
It begins with an epiphany… I received His Word in a place where we typically don’t expect a message from God—at a DIY public laundromat. As I was doing some laundry, I contemplated on lot of things, and I tempted to rant about them. God interrupted my thoughts and...
Pursued by the Provider
Writing a testimony for me is not easy. I never thought a story such as mine would ever bring meaning to people but I need to try… for them. I grew up with my mom and dad, a perfect family– until the day my dad died due to cancer. After that incident, I...
Love: A Broken Journey
Love is a beautiful thing to watch, but can only be understood when experienced. When I was in high school, I was secretly drawn to romantic movies. I couldn’t blatantly show my enthusiasm because I was known for being quiet (most of the time), tough, and sometimes...
When Home Ceases to Be Home
I woke up and I forgot where I was. A miniature panic attack took place within me for a matter of seconds 1…2…3… Slowly, I remembered. This was not my pillow; it was too squishy and round. My real blanket had embroidered details of white flowers, not...Get your copies now!
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