Activities of Hanny Gompana

These past few days have been hard. The pain feels constant, and I can't bring myself to share it with anyone close. Parents are too old to be troubled, sibling already has her own struggles, and I don't want to add more weight to anyone's shoulders. I have turned to God, not because it's easy, but because He's the only one who fully understands what I can't say out loud. His words echo in my heart again and again: "My grace is sufficient for thee, for my strength is made perfect in weakness."

I will be honest, I have been upset, wondering what "sufficient" really means when I can barely hold myself together. But even in the pain, I notice small mercies like moments of rest, enough strength to cook, to clean, to pray, to breathe. Somehow, I keep moving. Somehow, He keeps me. It doesn't mean the pain is gone, but it means I'm not alone in it. And that gives me hope that His grace truly is sufficient, even now, even here, even in this. Therefore I say with confidence and gratitude: Yes, His timing is perfect, and His grace is truly sufficient for me.
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A Tribute to an unsung hero

We grew in a house where silence spoke,
Not in warmth, but in words left unawoke.
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A Tribute to an unsung hero

We grew in a house where silence spoke,
Not in warmth, but in words left unawoke.
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Happy Mother's Day! ! ! !

She's the best mom in the whole wide world,
A storyteller, with wisdom unfolding.
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Happy Mother's Day! ! ! !

She's the best mom in the whole wide world,
A storyteller, with wisdom unfolding.
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A Tribute to an unsung hero

We grew in a house where silence spoke,
Not in warmth, but in words left unawoke.
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In the quiet of her mind, a storm brews deep,
A whirlwind of choices, some awake, some asleep.
She stands at the crossroads, unsure where to go,
As the weight of her past is all she knows.
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On this Palm Sunday, as Jesus entered Jerusalem with unwavering resolve toward His crucifixion, let us pledge anew to surrender ourselves and faithfu...

In the quiet of her mind, a storm brews deep,
A whirlwind of choices, some awake, some asleep.
She stands at the crossroads, unsure where to go,
As the weight of her past is all she knows.
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In halls of care, where kindness flowed,
A mother's heart with love bestowed.
With gentle hands and endless grace,
She made the world a brighter place.
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