it's not a diary. it's a JOURNAL

I can't believe it's only a month ago since the last post. Too much happenings and roller coaster ride with God. Everyday, new things unfolded, discovered, unveiled before my eyes. A few days ago, the day before Christmas, we (papa, mama, Febe, and I) went to Makassar, dad's hometown. TBH, I'd chose Jakarta home anytime for Christmas. But well, what's important was family (papa senang), and as long as God's approved, then I'm good to go. It was simply the best Christmas. The Prince of Peace Himself was with us. I always know that my dad's side of family tree was sorta "colorful." But not until God showed me, Himself, I finally understood a part of His grand plan to redeem me, and my extended family. Here's a brief background about my dad's siblings of 5: The first and fourth son have passed away. The first was due to sickness. The fourth was due to something shadier which I was uncleared of anyway. Both leaving some 'co