Bring two people together, and they will soon be telling stories.
A child on her grandmother's lap. Two men in a fishing boat. Strangers stuck another hour in an airport. Or just simply friends on a telephone. Why? Because story is the language of the heart, it sheds light on our lives.

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   A cloud of smoke emerged from south-west telling the flying aderyn that the battle was on its peak. It was eight decades or more since the last battle in Neriwonda and not at all did he imagine nor did it ever crossed his mind, a battle between the same race, between his own race, the aderyns of Firolwen and the aderyns of Lughnien. Many thoughts came, flashing one by one in his mind, it’s more of questions rather than the answers he desperately need—but he dismissed it at once.

A Good Person
By: Ivee Camitan

A good person is the one who makes good things
That comes from his heart.
He never boast for what great things he has done
But he continues to do things on his own will without expectations.

A good person is the one who makes good things
At the sight of God and not at the sight of the man.
He helps other people who need him
And not ignoring them.

A good person is the one who makes good things
Feasible if he knew that it was not.
He must trust the Lord and must not lean
On his own understanding.

A good person is the one who makes

I am an ordinary person. I could do worthy and unworthy things. My life is simple. I am living in a place where most people don't want to live. I am not attractive. I never get any attention from boys. I don't have any talent. I don't know how to sing or how to dance and I definitely don't know how to act. I am a girl who has nothing. Sometimes I ask God why did He create me. What is His purpose for me here even though I knew that I couldn't do any possible things that will make people smile?

Who I want to Meet?

I heard His voice
I know His Name
He is the One I rejoice
The One, the Highest fame.

I talk to Him
I bowed down
Answer to my dream
For Him, I’ll never frown.

Without Him I am nothing
I am a senseless human
An imperfect one hanging
On a cliff of pride and nonsense things.

Lord, thank You for the love that You give
I put my faith and You forgive
I will be forever grateful serving
Jesus Christ, my Savior, the reason of my living.