Painful Journey of a Joyful Soul: Dear brother, Fr. Atilano Tabaranza

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This is a hidden letter I wrote to my priest brother, when I was just a young missionary in Zambia.  This is actually an extended letter from my reasearch work in Theology "THE SEARCH".All Rights Reserved

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"I once was lost, but now I'm found." Why? Why did I survive? Didn't I end my life? These questions filled my mind while lying on a hospital bed. I feel desperate and hopeless. Tears fell down uncontrollably, and sobs began to echo in the room. If there is someone out there in the universe who can answer my question, why? Suddenly, I heard a voice: "God has a purpose." I saw a woman beside the hospital bed wearing a nurse's uniform. Well, I didn't notice her before, but her words made me wonder. God? After all, does God really exist? I was put in silence until she spoke again: "If you're wondering why you're still alive, you are because God has a purpose." As she said those words, I began to see hope. God... God, if you really exist, show me, show me my purpose.

Prologue There are two sides to every story. Mine is highly complicated. My name is...it doesn't matter right now. Um, call me...Jane. Let's start with some context. Over twenty years before I was born. Society was destroyed. Then a man people call Prophet James brought all the survivors together and built Soma. Soma was separated into two sections. These are called Kardia and Myalo. To keep obedient. People were divided into each section. People of interest were forced into Kardia, and everyone else was more or less free to live in either. Kardia was covered in cameras. We thought the people of Myalo were the criminals. Boy, were we wrong.

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This is my story. The story of how I loved, and how everything fell apart. A story containing bucket loads of epic cliches and pity parties that currently occupy my thoughts. However, if I warn you of this then you might not listen. You may not desire to take a peek into a world you could never imagine. That this world is my world. I have been alive since the dawn of time itself and yet, in all that time, nothing could have prepared me for all that befell me.

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Notes of Courage & Inspiration My personal notes and letters that brought encouragement I hope you read something that will bring a smile or some comfort look back and thank Him stop today and praise Him move forward and trust Him All scripture from KJV

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Dear avid reader, before you embark on the journey dwelling into the story mine life, I want to let you know that all you will read here are all TRUE. It is quite an adventure and I hope that you will find this hopeful, inspirational and you're gonna look beyond my failures in life. NOTE: WRITING IS NOT MY PROFESSION BUT IT IS A PART OF ME. I AM NOT GOOD IN WRITING STORIES. YOU MIGHT SEE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND OTHER TYPO WORDS.🥴 MY APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE IF I TURNED OUT TO BE RIGHT.

Well, what would have made me leave my one month daughter in front of the orphanage door , as her mother what pushed me to the extent of leaving her,not being there to see her first sit,crawl,walk ,hear her say her first words hoping it would be related to me, hear her call out to me when she cried, stay up at night with her singing some lullaby,read her some stories, tell her that there was a prince charming who would love her as her father loved me but where was I , staying far away from her, God knows how terrible a mother I was leaving her without even looking back. "I love you Treasure, always and forever, I'm sorry darling, I'm really sorry", I said as I cried telling myself do I really have to do this then I left without turning back hoping she would never hate me,she would remember how much I love her.

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Most of the times ,we hit the rock bottom and trynna figure out how we can get back up ,so here are short stories of how people struggling with unforgiveness, addictions,abuse, alcoholism, rejection manage to come out by the Grace of God .

He Found Me

"I once was lost, but now I'm found." Why? Why did I survive? Didn't I end my life? These questions filled my mind while lying on a hospital bed. I feel desperate and hopeless. Tears fell down uncontrollably, and sobs began to echo in the room. If there is someone out there in the universe who can answer my question, why? Suddenly, I heard a voice: "God has a purpose." I saw a woman beside the hospital bed wearing a nurse's uniform. Well, I didn't notice her before, but her words made me wonder. God? After all, does God really exist? I was put in silence until she spoke again: "If you're wondering why you're still alive, you are because God has a purpose." As she said those words, I began to see hope. God... God, if you really exist, show me, show me my purpose.

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