Arjay B. Araña

It's been more than a year since my father died, and more than five years since I left my former church at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic. Enough time, I guess, for healing, and for growth. Enough time for the bitterness to fade away. And though there are still some things that need to be done, I also think that it's time now that I continue pursuing my true vocation: writing for God. I am 42. I'm not young anymore. My youth is gone. My health shows my age. And my life is... still on hold. ...