A week in the Philippines...
It was quick, heavy, but divine!
I flew home to attend my brothers’ funeral, to hold my mum, my brother, and the rest of my family for even just a moment.
Everything happened so fast that my heart is still catching up. There wasn’t enough time to fully digest what was happening. It’s just moments that felt both painful and precious.
But in the middle of the rush, the grief, and the quiet moments in between, I found something I’ve been asking God for a very long time: clarity.
It’s an answer that hurts… but it’s also an answer that brings peace. And deep down, I know that when God closes one door with pain, He is opening another with purpose.
This trip broke me a lot, but it also grounded me. And I’m choosing to believe that something better is on the way.
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