The Word of God became very interesting to me when I met authentic followers of God who truly practice and are living their faith.
Kailangan mangyare sa yo yun, I mean to experience someone with real holiness. My late mentor was. Tsaka I met this nun when I was sent to study more of theo-psycho integration and she delivered her explanation with amazing testimonies na kita mo sa kanya convictions nya. Kaya naisipan kong lumipat ng convent eh.
I believe then na mas bagay ako with The Cenacle Sisters. Hinde nangyare so here I am blogging. Ganyan kagaling ang Diyos. Hinde Sya nauubusan ng alternative to be glorified.
Darkness kasi will try and will do everything to stop your growth in holiness. Kaya napakahalagang discerning ka.
Eto na.
When I would sit in a classroom to teach, meron akong spiritual goal foremost – I want all my students be saved.
So tulad ng isang matalinong ina na nagpapakain ng gulay sa anak nyang hate ang gulay by integrating it na hinde buking like, blended carrots in spaghetti, minced mushrooms inside embutido at marami pang ways.
If you pray before you teach your children or students, magugulat ka how creative The Holy Spirit is.
Bakit very valuable ang spirituality?
Una, it forms and solidify a person’s self-image. Faith in God gives a healthy rock solid belief in oneself.
Diba, kung alam ng batang mahalaga sya sa gumawa sa Kanya, hinde mag-iisip yan magpakamatay pag merong mabigat na problema. He/she will wait for God in prayer.
Eto hinde alam ng marami, GOD wants you to experience Him. All u need to do is be serious in your wanting Him. Pero magsisimula kang alisin or labanan ang mga vices mo like sexual sins.
Ba’t sexual sins agad? Kasi yang yung madalas gamitin ng Darkness to the young. Madami ngang matatanda na hooked pa din dyan eh. Hinde alam ng marami na mas mabigat ang maturbation kesa sa adultery. Eh now libre na ang pornography sa internet eh. What do u do while staring at it? Diba yun.
So be strong in your intention and fight. Pray and call Jesus to help. Yung fruit sa Garden na kinain ni Eva? – wrong self love yun, meditate at aralin mo. The tree of knowledge of what is good and evil for you is SELF LOVE. Ano ba culture now? ME FIRST.
Now that I am older, I notice memories no longer return to me in perfect chronological order. They arrive unexpectedly, connected not by dates but by emotions, scents, places, conversations, or by one memory awakening another. A single photograph, song, street, or silence can suddenly pull me backward through time.
Perhaps that is simply part of aging.
I am a senior now, living here in Canada after leaving the Philippines for good for many personal reasons. Sometimes I think I could never have written these memories honestly if I had remained there. Distance has a strange way of giving clarity. It allows certain wounds, fears, and experiences to be viewed with calmer eyes.
For many decades, I truly believed I had buried some parts of my past forever. I thought time had erased them completely. But memories are peculiar things. They sleep quietly inside us until life, age, reflection, or solitude slowly invites them back into the light.
The difference now is this:
They no longer destroy me.
When I look back at the young woman I once was, she almost feels like another person entirely. I see her innocence now more clearly than I ever did before. She entered the world believing people were mostly kind, sincere, and safe. She had dreams but little understanding of how harsh life could become.
The real world can be beautiful, but it can also be deeply cruel.
There are people who prey on weakness, innocence, loneliness, desperation, and confusion. There are forms of darkness that do not appear dramatic from the outside because they wear ordinary faces and move quietly among us.
And youth often does not recognize danger until it is already too close.
So I will tell these stories as honestly as memory allows me to.
Not necessarily in perfect order.
Not as a historian carefully arranging dates and timelines, but as someone trying to pass on lessons, warnings, realizations, and truths gathered through suffering, mistakes, survival, faith, and grace.
Because life is more serious than we often realize when we are young.
Choices matter.
People matter.
The condition of the soul matters.
And after everything I have experienced, I no longer see Christ merely as a religious figure or distant symbol. I believe He came because humanity’s brokenness runs far deeper than most of us dare admit. We do not only need success, pleasure, money, distraction, or reinvention.
We need saving too.
Perhaps that is why the story of Jesus continues to endure across generations—not because human beings are perfect, but because deep inside, many of us know how lost we can become without light.
There Is Always The Way Out 