18/06/2026
๐ต"๐๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ค๐ก๐'๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ก๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ
๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ข ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ
๐๐๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐'๐ฃ ๐ข๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ฎ๐ค ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ฃ
'๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐๐ก๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ"๐ถ
Entering college felt exactly like releasing a saranggola into an unfamiliar sky, full of uncertainties, questions, and fears of where the wind would take us. We wanted so badly to reach our dreams, but the winds of change often felt overwhelming.
But God, in His perfect timing, reminded us that we were never meant to fly alone. He became the wind that carried us, and He gently placed the people we needed along the way, friends who became family, classmates who became companions, and hearts that turned an unfamiliar place into a place we could call HOME.
And just like the song Saranggola, this chapter reminds us that every flight has a purpose, and every journey becomes more beautiful because of the hands that help hold the string. Looking back, we see how God carefully wove every connection, every laughter, every memory, and every person into our story. What once felt uncertain became a beautiful testimony of His faithfulness, a reminder that through every high and low, He was guiding us, holding the string, and making sure we never had to soar alone. ๐ช๐ค
๐ฅ Behind the Lens:
Drone Shot | James Mata
Ground Shot | Trixie Anne
Video editor | Christian Degala
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