#Gratitude

The air was thin, but my heart was full.

When I stepped into the house of Prophet Haroun — the brother of Moses — here in Sinai, I felt a deep wave of peace rise within me. It wasn’t just history that touched me… it was holiness. A stillness so ancient, it felt like the desert itself was whispering. I stood there in quiet gratitude — not asking, not seeking — only remembering. That sometimes, gratitude isn’t loud. It’s a silent bow of the heart. #Sinai #ProphetHaroun #SacredJourney #Gratitude #HolyLand

Nowena Piispa

Oct 121 min read

Do you pray to the sky or to silence?

To the Source… or to God… or to the Universe who listens? Yesterday, I prayed — not with words, but with presence. I spoke to Christ in the quiet of my heart and said, “Show me the orb of the Sun.” And as if heaven heard, it appeared — right there, in the photo I took moments later. Some call it coincidence. I call it communion. #DivineSigns #ChristLight #MiraclesAreReal #SacredMoments #Gratitude

Nowena Piispa

Oct 121 min read

8-hour bus ride

Oh wow… this 8-hour bus ride from Cagayan de Oro to Davao feels like opening an old photo album in my heart. It takes me back to those years when I was a young parent, traveling this same road each time we visited my parents. For 6 years, I called this place home. For 6 years, I taught in one of the national high schools, #CDONHS - sharing classrooms, laughter, and even struggles with people who became part of my story. Today, as I look out the window, I can’t help but feel g

Nowena Piispa

Sep 41 min read