When we touched down on Japanese asphalt in August 2016, I thought an¬†experience would strike me like a thunderbolt. Some magic fire, some sign that this nation I had been praying for was the nation I would live in the rest of my days. After all, I had loved Japan and her history since I … Continue reading #TokyoAnniversary


"Let's go to Fort Santiago on Sunday to see it by night," best friend Angela suggested. Well gulay (vegetable) I'd love to but I have church in the morning and work in the afternoon and you know money and tiredness and all those practical things, I thought with practically no emotion. After all, when it … Continue reading Breathe.