The
long wait is over. I finally got the result of that one thing I have
been waiting all this time. Sad to say, It is not the outcome that I
expected. At first I tried to play it cool when In fact I am really
frustrated and disappointed. All this waiting just ended up into the
trash can. The worst part is that I (We) have to go through same
scenario before as if the first time is not enough and I need a second
slap on my face. This is a double Whammy. I wanted to put that bubble
world again and escape reality. I wanted to go to that place where I
cannot be hurt. I need a place where I can be numb from all this
anxiety. Days passed and I (We) dealt with it like mature individuals.
Yeah, this happened and there is really nothing much I can do about it.
I cannot undo it. It is way beyond my control. Seeking alternative is
what came into my mind. This is a moment in life when you have to be
wise and crack your brain to find whatever decision has high
probability of leading to the success result.
I have been
regularly going to Church asking God to help me. I have been praying
really hard and I felt sad when my prayer was unanswered. For the first
time in my life I questioned Him. I know I should not have done that
and I am sorry. I am just desperate of the situation.
Today
is Sunday. I was invited to go to mass at 6pm and when we got there the
mass has ended. Turned out, the mass is at 5pm. I sighed. Well maybe I
am just not meant to attend the mass today. Coincidentally, there is a
life night. We decided to stay and join the event. Admittedly, I was
hesitant at first. I am used to these kinds of gathering at Church but
I have to know what it is all about. If it will require me to speak up
and share --- I'd rather not. Maybe because I am not ready to speak up
and tell my story. Not at this point in time.
Anyway, somebody
got up and share her story. I saw a lot of teary-eyed individuals. No
tear for Kate. What stroked me the most is the message --- Everything will happen in His time and not our time.
My prayer was unanswered and I got disappointed. I guess it is my
stubbornness at work. I am used to getting what I want all the time and
that is the reason why I felt devastated. After the girl's testimony,
we all got up and the band started playing. And guess what! We sang David's Song.
Right then and there I knew why I am there. I am experiencing divine
intervention. Well, that's what I wanted to believe. It's like I am
attending another PREX seminar. I am actually having fun. More songs
came and I am actually singing. Well, not at the top of my voice but It
felt like home. I began imagining all my friends at the Church's Music
Ministry and how we used to sing, dance and play instruments. I miss
them. I miss how it was.
When the time for reflection and prayer
came, I excused myself. I needed a time alone. I got teary-eyed but I
am smiling. I'm glad that I stayed. The feeling was overwhelming. I
don't know for some people but for me, even that simple event reminded
me of so many things --- of good times, friends and home.
I
am leaving for Winnipeg again tomorrow. I initially wanted to go back
there just to escape the bad vibes these past days. I mean hearing the
not-so-good news literally ruined my concentration. No worries though
because I am OK and I will be OK. Believe it or not, I have not given
up. I am just here waiting.







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