Message to God

Stop measuring your life by human timelines.
You are exactly where God's grace has carried you.Nothing is wasted.”
📖 Ecclesiastes 3:11

I was four, watching him disappear down that long road. He never knew I was there, but God did.

Through the years, the memory of the road carried pain, but it also led me to God’s grace.

I’ve also learned that the road of heartbreak can also become a road of healing. Every step I’ve taken since then has been guided by God’s grace, teaching me that even when earthly love leaves, the love of my Heavenly Father never does.

"My Road to Healing"

PS: My father and I were reunited when I was 21, and we are in a good terms. 😊 I have no ill feelings and everything has been forgiven for a long time. But, memories still haunt me sometimes.

I just want my memories to be drawn in the picture as part of my healing process.

Thank you all for supporting my silly drawings. 🫶

Emman Atienza once shared in her interview with Toni G. that she suffered abuse from her nanny when she was young. Hearing her story reminded me of something I’ve quietly observed in life — how deeply childhood trauma shapes a person.

When a child is abused, it changes something inside. Some grow up angry at the world, rebelling against everything and everyone. Others become distant, cold, or numb. Many find themselves trapped in destructive paths—wrong relationships, vices, addiction, even prostitution or self-harm.
And for those who grew up with more privilege, pain can take a different form—excessive spending, hoarding, or chasing success just to fill the void inside.

But behind all these, there’s often one thing in common:

The silent battle with suicidal thoughts.

People often call it selfishness or attention-seeking. But it’s not. You can’t truly understand that darkness unless you’ve been there—unless you’ve felt what it’s like to want the pain to stop, but not knowing how.

To those who know me personally, you know the battles I’ve faced. What I’ve learned through my own journey is this:

Healing doesn’t come from pretending to be strong. It comes from surrendering to God’s grace.

Because only by His grace can a wounded soul be restored. Only through His love can brokenness be made whole again.

So if you’re reading this and you’re fighting silent battles—please know you’re not alone.
There is hope. There is healing. And His name is Jesus.

Even in the rain, the birds still sing.
A gentle reminder — praise doesn’t wait for perfect weather. 🌦️
“I will bless the Lord at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth.”
— Psalm 34:1 (KJV

💛 Today I’m thankful for simple blessings. On my 15-minute walk from work, God painted the path with yellow flowers—little reminders that His love shows up in small, quiet ways. 🌼

“This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭118‬:‭24‬ KJV

“As a lioness defends her cub, God defends His people. ‘The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.’ (Exodus 14:14)”