I promised my parents at their grave that I would honour their memory in a special way, and made sure that I do not succumb
I promised my parents at their grave that I would honour their memory in a special way, and made sure that I do not succumb
I have been procrastinating writing this blog entry for days, knowing that the unavoidable moment of facing my mother’s first death anniversary was coming up.
You are the peace of all things calm You are the place to hide from harm You are the light that shines in dark You
The will of God will never take you, Where the grace of God cannot keep you. Where the arms of God cannot support you, Where
*this liturgical song was composed by Manuel V. Francisco, SJ, sung by the Bukas Palad Ministry of the Ateneo de Manila University. Click HERE for the
Friendship is a form of prayer that nurtures and nourishes body and soul. The few people I call friends give the word “supportive” new dimensions