Hello,
My name is Grace Thomas & I live in California with my wonderful husband and active children.
We love surfing, hiking, and spending time with friends.
As a new mom, journaling helped me process my thoughts. You can expect to hear from me on a bi-weekly basis.
I hope these articles are encouraging and comforting, just like a conversation with a friend. If you enjoy these stories, I’d be honored if you share them.
I was born and raised in the Philippines and grew up in a loving household with Biblical values.
As I got older I realized that Christianity isn't a religion, it's a relationship.
One that offers eternal and abundant life. (John 10:10)
I'm learning how to renew my mind with Biblical truths in each season of life. (Rom 12)
I'd love to hear your story - you can contact me below.
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