By the time I finally got home, my body was exhausted from the the trips.
Author: beingKirei
I started this digital journal initially for self-expression -- because this is what I do. I write for my profession and for my passion.
Then it dawned on me that what I was doing was selfish.
I found new inspiration in Proverbs 31:8: Speak for those who cannot speak; seek justice for all those on the verge of destruction.
Through the years, I have met people from various walks of life with stories that deserve to be told. Unfortunately, not all of them have the gift of gab. So I presented myself to them, giving them the voice that they need to share their stories. Stories that inspire, cry out, reach out, provide unspoken truth.
La Union overnight
There are no walls — just the calming view of a mountain on the right, glistening soft sand below, and sparkling blue water in front cut in half by cloudy skies.
This Asian woman is having quite a time in a Canadian prison
“I’m among human beings. If I show them that I fear them, then I’ve lost half of the battle already.”
Finding the answer in Psalm 22
I endure the sound of blaring sirens. I try to help those who seek me. I break down for the suffering. I cry out to God.
Pandemic schmandemic
By the time I got home, I felt like I was getting sick myself. I reeked of sweat, dust, smoke and heat. My head was throbbing and my throat was parched.
beingKirei 