Exploring life through faith, mindset, career, and the human journey — writing to awaken awareness and inspire purposeful living.
The invitations came faster than Daniel could answer them. Uganda. Brazil. South Korea. The UK.Churches, NGOs, government agencies — all asking for NewFrame’s guidance in replicating its model: discipleship, healing, and empowerment. What began in the broken hallways of Daniel’s youth had become a global movement. By the time he…
The sound of pencils scratching filled the quiet room. Judea Grace Ng sat at a small wooden desk in the front row, her head slightly tilted as she colored a picture of David and Goliath. She was only six years old, but she already spoke with a kind of clarity…
Let me introduce myself: I’m a software engineer working in the wonderfully weird world where code meets silicon, zeros talk to electrons, and coffee is more critical than compiler warnings. My office? A sleek desk in a Texas-based chip manufacturing company in Baguio Philippines—where we design, validate, and mass-produce the…
She came quietly — no complications, no drama. Just a soft cry and a rush of peace that flooded the hospital room like sunlight breaking through clouds. Judea Grace Ng was born at 6:43 AM on a Tuesday, wrapped in layers of answered prayers and holy promises. Grace held her close, weeping.…
The building looked like a dream. Steel beams. Sunlight pouring through wide windows. Rooms filled with color and possibility. What was once an abandoned warehouse now stood as the NewFrame Leadership Academy — a school built not just for education, but for transformation. At 21, Daniel Cruz-Ng, now legally and lovingly the…
The new house wasn’t much to look at. It had chipped paint, cracked floors, and weeds that fought for space in the backyard. But to Edwin, Grace, and Daniel, it was holy ground. They called it the NewFrame House — the first physical home for youth under their care. It had space…
This is what I do, when I am.not writing. I wake up at 6:30 a.m.—not because I’m naturally a morning person, but because hackers don’t sleep. My phone buzzes with notifications. Slack messages from the night shift, an anomaly alert from the SIEM system, and an email marked “URGENT” with…
It wasn’t a ceremony.There were no streamers or balloons.Just one bag, one nervous teenager, and a quiet knock on the door. When Daniel stepped into Edwin and Grace’s home that spring afternoon, he wasn’t sure what to expect. He had been moved from home to home — some kind, some cold. But…
Twenty-two years ago, I boarded a plane to California with a single suitcase, an old pair of sneakers, and dreams big enough to cross oceans. America became my home—sun-drenched days, hard-earned dollars, and years of navigating everything from DMV lines to Black Friday chaos. I built a good life. But…
The morning was slow and quiet. Grace sat by the kitchen window, hands wrapped around a mug of ginger tea, her eyes lost in the grey sky. Edwin was still asleep, the apartment still. Outside, the world went on — but inside her heart, something sacred was stirring. They had been trying…