I always love to write. When I write, my pen brings me to another world. And when I’m there, I see my own reflection, master of my emotions. As a master, I feel so powerful. The words are my shield and the pen is my armor.
I remember writing this many years ago when I’ve come to notice a pile of notebooks in one little corner of our bedroom back home. It wasn’t just a pile of ordinary notebooks with writings and scribbles from the lessons taught in school. The words and the not-that-legible penmanship came from the small hands of a child. It was a pile of my journals. And it dawned on me that writing has become a part of my life and history.
The very first write up that I made was a poem which, unfortunately, I already lost the copy. It was in grade school when my best friend saw the poem, her family read it and the rest of my friends already knew it was me who wrote it. The response was a mixture of doubts and admiration. Some couldn’t believe I could write something like it but others were amazed and asked how I did it. That inspired me to write even more – mostly essays, poems, and short stories. I never thought that one poem I wrote as a kid would create an ember of fire in me to continue my passion for writing.
I kept the fire burning as I joined our school paper both in high school and college and even joined writing contests and press conferences. More than the experience of competing with other schools, the most fulfilling part of writing is to see the product of creativity poured out from the hands of the writer using only pen and paper. Painters are creative with colors; writers are creative with words.
Now that I’m in the corporate world, I still continue to write through my journals. As a sojourner here in Manila, I am blessed to have met new faces, gone to new places, discovered new things, and built new friendships. For the most part, if not all of it, was written down in my journals.
I journaled everything until I ran out of space in my notebook. I looked at the pile of notebooks I had and I suddenly felt the desire to share the things I’ve learned and still learning, how God speaks to me through His Word, and share my experiences and opinions on different things through writing.
It wasn’t until January of 2015 when I finally decided to start my own blog. I hoped to reach out to those who need encouragement in all aspects of life. I believe that words of encouragement are like a two-edged sword. Whenever I strike someone with it, it hits the person as hard as it hits me. In return, I get encouraged too.
It is indeed my great desire to use my blog as an instrument to inspire others and give them at least one glimmer of hope that they can truly find a love that never fails, never gives up, and never runs out on them. A kind of love that fills the emptiness, completes those who lack and heals those who are broken.
I am not perfect. I, too, need encouragement especially at times when things are not going well and are just too hard to understand. I have my own share of struggles. I know I’m not a good person and I have failed God for times I could no longer count. It is only by His amazing grace that I’m able to thrive each day and that through His love and mercy, I have been set free. He surrounded me with people who constantly remind me to smile – from my family to friends to office mates to sisters in Christ. Yes, I am still a work in progress. But I would love to share this journey with you as God continues to mold my character.
Dear ones, join me on this walk as I share how my heart was changed from my own Damascus road to how God continues to work in and through my life – from a wicked pauper to being Christ’s Conqueror Princess.
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If you could drop me a message – may it be feedback or experience of joy and struggles of yours that you’d like to share, do reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org. And let’s talk. 🙂