Finding My Way
I should have written about my faith a long time ago. I didn’t—not because it wasn’t important, but because it mattered too much. Faith is difficult to put into words when it lives so deeply within you. It is personal, almost private, and so tightly woven into who I am that sharing it can feel like exposing something fragile. Since moving to Taupo almost three years ago, returning to church has reshaped my relationship with faith. And now, the urge to write about it feels stronger than the fear of sharing myself. A bit of background: I grew up in a small province in the Philippines, in a Catholic family. Our house stood right beside the church, so faith was never something separate from daily life—it was part of it. I joined the choir when I was little, learned to play the piano on the church organ, and would arrive hours before Mass to rehearse. The Church's staff became my friends, learned the quiet rhythms behind the scenes, and on weekends I was at Mass twice a day, singing f...
