Welcome to Grace-Filled
Gracefilled started as a quiet desire in my heart long before it became a page. Back in school, I was a newswriter, an editorial cartoonist, and a photojournalist, and that experience opened my eyes to the power of writing and expressing yourself. I realized that through it, I could share stories, ideas, and messages that mattered. Around the same time, I discovered that I loved writing in other ways too—poems and songs for Jesus. Writing became a way to express my heart to God, to reflect on His goodness, and to respond to His grace in my life.
As I grew older, I began sharing my thoughts and reflections on God’s love through blogs on social media. It was my way of reaching out, sharing encouragement, and pointing people to Jesus, even in small ways.
When I got to college, I felt a stronger desire: I wanted to create a space where God could be the center, where the focus would not be on me at all, but entirely on Him. I wanted people to encounter Jesus through the words I shared, without distraction. That is how Gracefilled was born—a place where posts, reflections, and thoughts are filled with the grace I have received, pointing hearts back to Christ.
My hope and prayer for Gracefilled is simple: that anyone who comes across it would feel God’s love, be encouraged in their walk with Him, and be reminded that His grace is enough.
- Hannah
My Testimony
I was born in Baguio City, the youngest and only daughter of Nilo and Lydia, with two older brothers. I grew up in a Christian Household, and from an early age, I was surrounded by faith—my parents were active ministers in our local church.
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And God was never stranger in our home. I remember, growing up, every evening, my father would gather us to pray and study the Bible together. At that age, my brothers and I did not understand why it had to be done so consistently. We were children. We were restless. Often irritated. Yet my father remained faithful, planting seeds of truth in soil that seemed unresponsive at the time. Looking back, I realize that those years of discipline and consistent teaching laid the foundation for my life in Christ. My parents gave me knowledge of God, of His Word and His love, even before I could fully understand it.
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Music and ministry were a part of our family life. My father and older brother led worship, my mother served in church leadership, my eldest brother played the guitar, and I found my place as a dancer in our church. I also studied in a Christian school, where Bible stories were familiar and God was spoken of often. I knew that God existed. I knew His name. But knowing about Him is not the same as knowing Him.
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Everything began to change when a missionary named Pastor Third came to our neighborhood. He was initially there to counsel two couples, but days passed, and instead of leaving, he stayed. He began teaching the Bible to children in our neighborhood. I was one of them.
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Soon, their church started holding weekly outreach programs in our street. Every Saturday, there was Bible study for children. Our teacher was Ate Jocabed, together with her sisters. They taught us with patience, kindness, and conviction.
One day, their church offered a free medical consultation. I attended for a dental checkup. Afterward, a pastor sat with me and shared the Gospel. Slowly. Clearly. Gently. For the first time, I understood not just that Jesus existed, but what He had done.
That day, May 25, 2010, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.
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From that day on, a hunger grew in my heart. After the children’s Bible study ended each Saturday, the adults gathered for their own study. While the other children went home, I stayed. I sat quietly in the kubo, listening to Scripture taught to men and women much older than me. I did not understand everything, but I knew I wanted to know Him more.
As I grew older, life brought new voices, new pressures, and new distractions. The desire to belong often grew louder than the desire to obey. There were seasons when my attention drifted, when my heart became divided, when the noise of the world tried to pull me away from the simplicity of faith.
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But even then, Christ never loosened His grip on me.
What I see now, with clarity and gratitude, is this: salvation was never sustained by my consistency, but by His faithfulness. The enemy tried to distract, confuse, and discourage—but he could never take away what God had already secured. Grace kept calling me back. Truth kept finding me. The Spirit kept convicting, guiding, and drawing my heart home.
My journey is still unfolding. I still grow. I still learn. I still depend fully on grace. But I live with deep assurance: the One who saved me is the One who keeps me.
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Christ found me.
Christ holds me.
And Christ remains faithful.
Now I live for Him. And my desire is simple: to spend my life pointing others to the same Savior whose grace has never failed me.
What I believe
I believe in the one true God, who exists eternally as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. I believe that Jesus Christ is God’s Son, who lived a perfect life, died for our sins, was buried, and rose again on the third day to redeem humanity. Salvation is by grace through faith alone, not by works, and every believer is sealed by the Holy Spirit for eternal life. I trust in the promises of God, knowing that nothing can separate us from His love, and I believe in the hope of the rapture, when Christ will take His people to be with Him forever. The Bible is God’s Word, living and active, and it guides, teaches, and sustains all who follow Him.
Invitation
My hope is that through Gracefilled, you will encounter the love and grace of Jesus Christ in a real and personal way. If you are weary, searching, or longing to know Him more deeply, you are welcome here. May the words, reflections, and encouragement you find point your heart to Christ, remind you of His faithfulness, and inspire you to trust Him fully. No matter your past, His grace is sufficient, His love never fails, and He calls all who believe to live in the joy and hope of His salvation.