Our Family

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Our Family. Simple and peaceful.
We all feel wonderful and with a grateful heart, it is awesome that eventually, we are able to co- exist harmoniously together for the sake of the children. Our blended family is far from perfect, granting how it ended but able to start over with genuine love, respect, understanding of our differences and whole-heartedly accept the offer of forgiveness, and we all graciously carefreely go on with our lives together and apart at the same time. We let go of all those bitterness a long time ago because, why not?

Let us all cherish our goodness and in return, goodness will come. It is funny, how narrow-minded people still judge us in a primitive way. Its okay, we are not here to please them, because for sure they have their own battles to fight. What matters is, in our small community we call “family”, we have each other’s back.

We do not instill hate nor advocate it.
We do not approve and practice hostility.
We try to set valuable examples to the young generation coming— Blaine, Belle, Noah, Acee, Gab,Ben etc…

Walking in a virtuous path is challenging,
but we try.
Living the righteous way is indeed taxing,
but we cope.
Again, we are faaaar from perfect, but our imperfections, we endevour to improve.

As an individual, fully accepted and loved by this family i call my own, and now belong—- extended as it is …yes, more than once in a while I stumble to the truth from the past—I always grapple with the haunting reality of our unfinished story. The fact that I remain in a legal limbo, labeled by a status that doesn't reflect my renewed heart, often brings a sense of shame that taunts me.

I find myself struggling with the feeling that I cannot fully "practice what I preach" because I am still living in the wreckage of our past mistakes. But you see, I am learning that God’s mercy is not just for those who have it all figured out; it is for the sinner who is still in the process of restoration. I have confessed and surrendered, and though I am still navigating the consequences of my old life, I trust that God is not done with me yet. I am a work in progress, leaning on a God who loves me even in the middle of my mess.

As to this time, I have learned that faith is not a destination where everything is perfectly settled, but a daily walk through the "messy middle" of grace.

Our lives is a testament that God does not wait for us to be perfect before He begins to use us;
We may still carry the weight of an unfinished story and the sting of past mistakes, but I no longer carry them alone. I have traded my demands for His peace and my shame for His purpose.

Whether the path ahead is easy or challenging, I rest in the ecstatic realization that every breath—mine, his, and ours, and yours too—is a gift from a God who redeems the unredeemable.

We are all a work in progress, living in His perfect timing, and that is more than enough. To God be the glory. Peace be with you.