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Funny how the mind works.

I’ve been trying to recall the name of someone—someone important to many others. I can see his face clearly. I remember his stature, manner of speaking, and even his words’ cadence. But his name? It simply escapes me. Of course, I could easily go through some files and find it. But I haven’t. I decided to run this little experiment myself to see how long it takes. It’s been a week now—still…

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No Favoritism

Human as we are, we are often tempted to play favorites. We lean toward those with talents, influence, or power. We feel naturally drawn to those who show us kindness, care, or love. Yet, as parents, it becomes deeply unfair to allow favoritism to influence our relationship with our children. Each child is a unique gift from our merciful and loving God. We are entrusted to raise them with equal…

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Dan’s Story: A New Beginning

For many years, Dan (not his real name) lived a life bound by routine—work, sleep, repeat. His world was packed into a small bag in his car. He laid his head wherever work led him, while joy had faded into a distant memory. He was surviving, not truly living. But one day, Dan opened his eyes and declared, “Enough.” He realized he had been chasing a wild dream that took him far from peace,…

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Believe!

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Keep Moving On

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When The Rains Poured...

Yesterday afternoon reminded us how quickly things can change. After a morning of intense warmth and sunshine, heavy rains poured with force, turning cheerful scenes into moments of worry and uncertainty. For many families, the first question may have been, “How are we getting home now?” But faith stepped in. As the rain fell and the winds howled, prayers grew stronger. Children and adults…

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A Chance in a Lifetime

Sometimes, we are not part of the success story. We are but dots in a bigger picture. The limelight misses us. We are left behind. In those quiet, unnoticed moments, we begin to doubt ourselves. We entertain insecurities, blame ourselves for wrong turns, wallow in the dark, nurse our wounds, and pity our place. But what if we turned these very experiences into pillars of learning? What if we…

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Carrying The Rock

At first glance, a rock symbolizes strength, firmness, and permanence—qualities we often associate with Jesus as our cornerstone and unshakable foundation. But this quote turns the image inward and tender: the true strength of Jesus lies not in hardness or force, but in the softness of a heart that loves, forgives, and listens. To carry the “rock of Jesus” within us is to be gentle,…

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Be Different With Compassion

When we truly desire to be better people, we open not just our ears—but our hearts—to the wisdom of others. Today, I was blessed to learn from a leader who spoke not just from experience, but from the depths of a caring heart. He said, “You see, Atty, we are often branded as inefficient, ineffective, or impersonal in the government service. It hurts to be seen that way. But it hurts more to see…

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That Secret Space

Jesus teaches us:“When you pray, go into your room, shut the door, and pray to your Father who is in secret.”(Matthew 6:5–6) This is both a literal and figurative invitation. Jesus is not asking us to make a public display of our prayerfulness. Instead, He invites us to seek a secret space—a sacred, quiet place within—where we can truly commune with Him. It is in that hidden space where He…

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Valleys and Peaks

If I were to rewrite my life story, I would not change who I am or alter any part of my journey.  Every experience I’ve had in this world, I cherish with a grateful heart. I don’t feel worthy of this life, yet by God’s grace, He has given it to me freely and abundantly, wrapped in His loving mercy. His presence has been the guiding light in my journey. There is no chapter I would delete, no…

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A Grateful Heart

When we are tired, may we remember that others are enduring even greater battles just to survive. When we are anxious, may we see those who are still graciously fighting for life with courage. When we feel wronged, may we recall that we, too, are sinners in need of grace. To be grateful for what we have — and to appreciate both the big and small gifts of life —are Christ-like values we pray to…

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10,000 Steps

I walked ten thousand steps today, serving God’s precious ones.When I sat down to rest, I realized—I hadn’t even read the Scripture for the day. In a whisper of remorse, I prayed,“Lord, forgive me for my forgetfulness.” But in the quiet of my heart, God gently replied,“It’s okay. What you did was doing My Word.” Tears welled in my eyes as I thanked God for His compassionate and merciful…

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10,000 Steps

I walked ten thousand steps today, serving God’s precious ones.When I sat down to rest, I realized—I hadn’t even read the Scripture for the day. In a whisper of remorse, I prayed,“Lord, forgive me for my forgetfulness.” But in the quiet of my heart, God gently replied,“It’s okay. What you did was doing My Word.” Tears welled in my eyes as I thanked God for His compassionate and merciful…

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10,000 Steps

I walked ten thousand steps today, serving God’s precious ones.When I sat down to rest, I realized—I hadn’t even read the Scripture for the day. In a whisper of remorse, I prayed,“Lord, forgive me for my forgetfulness.” But in the quiet of my heart, God gently replied,“It’s okay. What you did was doing My Word.” Tears welled in my eyes as I thanked God for His compassionate and merciful…

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A Father's Legacy: Remembering Sergio on Father's Day

By Girlie Lactao What makes a man great? Is it the wealth he amasses? The titles after his name? The applause of crowds? Or could it be something quieter — the soft light of an oil lamp guiding a boy through long nights of study… the strong arms of a father lifting burdens in silence… the humble heart of a man who lived, not to be noticed, but to serve? My father, Sergio, never sought…