When I was a kid there are lots of things I didn't understand. I felt endlessly, and wretchedness afflicted because I had never felt loved by my dad. He left, when I was 8 years old, and I had not seen him for 14 years.I remember when I was young, I had always spent time going to church rather than staying at home, because it was the only place I felt permanently comfortable. I was frightened and lonely. I isolated my soul
from society. I limited my personal
freedom to the point, that I couldn't do whatever I wanted to do because I was too
worried about making the wrong decisions. I created my own world, that had become
my relief in affliction whenever I felt infelicitous.
The forest and the jungle had become my friends of symphony on infinity, because I felt the trees and plants understood me. My best friend, was my paintings because it was the only way I could eloquently manifest myself in an expressive manner. I didn't understand what the life of having a family was. I was scared that nobody would understand, and concede who I was. In spite of growing up in a broken home, I had a strong faith that I would be a normal kid. I was much discerned to live a good life. Even though many times I unsteadily stumbled and cried, I've always said to myself, “God will make a way. ”
As the time went by, I was dauntlessly indomitable in whatever trial I had experienced. I became more rational and philosophical about life. I went to talk to older people who had more experiences about life. I procured so much faith from the church, and that is why I kept visiting. I had asked lots of questions and sought advice from the people who influenced me. I read lots of books about real stories of different people and their experiences. I searched if God existed or not. Many times I went to vocation for christian calling, and talked to the priest and nun about who I was. I was never understood by my friends and family except by the nun and the priest. The missionary organization had become a second home and groundwork for my spiritual faith. Every time I was around them, it was like a HOME for me. I felt delighted and at peace. I thought about that those times I would become a missionary. I voluntary worked in a community to help kids, feed poor people, serve the youth organization, and became a spiritual speaker.
The experience had metamorphosed me into a pulchritudinous human being. I was becoming a better and impregnable person. I was given a week to excogitate my situation before I had to make a decision whether or not to become a missionary. I had already packed my clothes ready for the trip. Then I got a message from my friend that our trip would be postponed because of the typhoon coming. They re- scheduled the trip but I didn't go. The next day I went to church and prayed to God. I asked him what my mission was. I cried so much that tears trickled down on my face, and I didn't understand why I loved God so much. That is what I had prayed, “I want to stay close with you and I want to do the best of things. In my heart I felt that God was talking to me, “Don’t be scared and don’t be worried because you have a great mission that will make you happy.”
10 years passed by, and I have realized that my mission in this world is being a mom, a parent and a wife. My family was the answer to my prayers. My family is the most important thing in my life more than anything else in this world. My child is the wonderfully marvelous and magical bestowal of God. She is a glamorous delightful resplendent soul, and every single day I am reminded that true genuine infallible unfeigned God’s great love.....
The forest and the jungle had become my friends of symphony on infinity, because I felt the trees and plants understood me. My best friend, was my paintings because it was the only way I could eloquently manifest myself in an expressive manner. I didn't understand what the life of having a family was. I was scared that nobody would understand, and concede who I was. In spite of growing up in a broken home, I had a strong faith that I would be a normal kid. I was much discerned to live a good life. Even though many times I unsteadily stumbled and cried, I've always said to myself, “God will make a way. ”
As the time went by, I was dauntlessly indomitable in whatever trial I had experienced. I became more rational and philosophical about life. I went to talk to older people who had more experiences about life. I procured so much faith from the church, and that is why I kept visiting. I had asked lots of questions and sought advice from the people who influenced me. I read lots of books about real stories of different people and their experiences. I searched if God existed or not. Many times I went to vocation for christian calling, and talked to the priest and nun about who I was. I was never understood by my friends and family except by the nun and the priest. The missionary organization had become a second home and groundwork for my spiritual faith. Every time I was around them, it was like a HOME for me. I felt delighted and at peace. I thought about that those times I would become a missionary. I voluntary worked in a community to help kids, feed poor people, serve the youth organization, and became a spiritual speaker.
The experience had metamorphosed me into a pulchritudinous human being. I was becoming a better and impregnable person. I was given a week to excogitate my situation before I had to make a decision whether or not to become a missionary. I had already packed my clothes ready for the trip. Then I got a message from my friend that our trip would be postponed because of the typhoon coming. They re- scheduled the trip but I didn't go. The next day I went to church and prayed to God. I asked him what my mission was. I cried so much that tears trickled down on my face, and I didn't understand why I loved God so much. That is what I had prayed, “I want to stay close with you and I want to do the best of things. In my heart I felt that God was talking to me, “Don’t be scared and don’t be worried because you have a great mission that will make you happy.”
10 years passed by, and I have realized that my mission in this world is being a mom, a parent and a wife. My family was the answer to my prayers. My family is the most important thing in my life more than anything else in this world. My child is the wonderfully marvelous and magical bestowal of God. She is a glamorous delightful resplendent soul, and every single day I am reminded that true genuine infallible unfeigned God’s great love.....
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