December. As the month started, there I was, staring at the Christmas Decors inside the Church. Tears uncontrollably rolled down my cheeks. There was pain. So much pain. But I couldn't pinpoint where exactly did the pain come from, or what kind of pain was it. At that time, I felt God speaking to me, telling me, "Just let it out, my daughter. Surrender. Give me those pains. Cry. Let it out. Release." And so, I did. But together with the flowing of those tears, I choose to cling on to God's promise that there is beauty in this pain. It brings me closer to Him. It encourages me to participate actively in the Advent season. It teaches my heart to have an expectant faith.
A dear friend's dream is to be able to publish her own book - a compilation of inspirational stories from different women in all walks of life. And as a supportive sister (ehem!), of course, I volunteered to contribute. But little did I know that writing can be so challenging! It took me months since I committed to submit my article, and here I am, just starting to write. I finished refining the first few paragraphs tonight. Yey! It was more of a "recycled" writeup, dressed in a different way -> thanks to one of my previous life testimony in one retreat. Sharing with you an excerpt. If you wanna read the whole story, buy my friend's book. XoXo ---------- I am Klarisse. I am the eldest of three siblings. I am the Atchie (Ate) of all. I am a Human Resource person by profession. I am working on my way to be an HR Consultant. I am a Wedding Coordinator. I am a Church servant of The Feast, a Catholic weekly prayer gathering of the Light of Jesus Family. I h...