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Gracias 2015!

Just like the previous years, 2015 has been a rollercoaster ride. Prayers left unanswered. Wishes not granted. Hopes faded. Defeats unfolded. Losses endured. Heart broken. Identity questioned. Detours taken. Fears entangled. Tears relentlessly fallen. Faith shaken.

But, unlike the previous years, 2015 opened doors of revival, growth, reflection, forgiveness, reconciliation, opportunities, blessings, provision, deliverance, and overwhelming grace.

I thank God for opening the floodgates of heaven and poured out so much blessings (Malachi 3:10)…

  • For keeping my family stronger despite the incompleteness brought by my brother’s untimely death. Smiles were genuinely shared. Love was felt despite the distance. 

(New year's family portrait)


  • For my sister’s spiritual growth.

 (Praise God for One2One)


  • For my mother’s openness in my new faith.

(Just few of her encouraging messages)


  • For the quality time spent with my father each time he passed by Zamboanga.

(Christmas photo)


  • For "Puso at Dasal" mantra and Bible verses shared with kuya.

(His random facebook post)


  • For being placed in a medical school founded and built in God’s faithful grace, wherein the priority is not on gaining prestige but on producing a new breed of doctors---doctors for God and His people. 

 (School's Godly vision)


  • For having a Dean who is deeply rooted in making disciples for God through leading Bible study.

(Hand-out of our first Bible study for 2016 prepared the dean) 


  • For weekly Bible study composed of Christ-centered doctors and will-be doctors.

(Groufie of On Call Ministry, photo credit to Geode Diansuy)


  • For victory group composed of single men and women after God’s heart.

(Christmas party, photo credit to Pastor Romel Insular)


  • For journeying through One2One discipleship with two ladies I randomly met during church service.

(Photo with Olivia Ballena)

(Photo taken with Riza Bastador)


  • For the generosity of my uncle in sponsoring my medical education. 

(Humble words from uncle whose generosity I am forever indebted)


  • For the opportunity of leading a Bible study in the community.

(Bible study with the youths during our community immersion)


  • For finding people in the community whose kindness was beyond words to describe, people whom I call as my family in the outskirts.


(Nay moning and Sir Al, two of the people who took care of us while in the community)


  • For being part of Victory Zamboanga, my second spiritual family. 


(Ushering team during the 17th anniversary of Victory Zamboanga, photo credit to Ate Maan Subito)


  • For serving God through the awesome team, ushering ministry.


(10:30 ushering team composed of married, single, and youth)


  • For the little ones of Friendship Home Foundation.


(First visit with my siblings and cousin)


  • For my former workmates at Datu Halun Sakilan Memorial Hospital who are indeed a family. 

(During our Christmas party)


  • For the opportunity of mentoring Youth4Nature whose vision is to learn, share, and pay it forward in Tawi-Tawi.


(During our beach party)


  • For old friends who, despite the distance, never failed to make me feel at home. 

(Friends in Dumaguete)

(High school batch mates)

(High school batch mates)

(Elementary classmates)

(Team JARR)


  • For new friends in medical school. 


(During Ateneo Fiesta)

(MD 6, formed during second day of class)

(Groufie at Paseo's Giant Christmas Tree)

(Community buddies)


  • For God-dependent independent life here in Zamboanga.


 (Child-like me)


A new year has unfolded and I am so pumped up on what God has in store for 2016. To God be the glory!

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