"..be faithful weary pilgrim, the morning you will see.. lift up your cross and follow close to me.." Singing in halts..  Tear-filled eyes..   I plod my way down the mountain. This is just the beginning of God's call to servant hood. Heartbroken, I didn't think twice to retreat... Away from the crowd and all the noise.. Needed to, and have to.. Thing is, I couldn't be fully myself while ministering.. The...

Missing... ...my childhood days. So simple. So carefree. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who didn't want to grow up and get old.  Air castles were built, and she explored many magical worlds. When hurt, she finds refuge in the company of her secret friends. And with her pen, she created printed pictures of life—both the beautiful and the ugly. Once upon a time, there was a young girl who was naive, but...