Late Night Reflecting
Yesterday’s Station of the Cross (Visita Iglesia for most of us) went rather well. Suprisingly, the weather was cool, the sun’s scorching heat managed to cooperate and cool breezes brushed through our hair as we lounged the afternoon away in Tagaytay after the 6 hour trip of Church-hopping.
I have this habit of keeping in mind that whatever comes my way, it always has a reason behind it. Can’t help but notice that the passage I read yesterday was the 6th Station of the Cross, where Jesus falls for the first time. Doesn’t ring a bell to most of you but it does for me.
Somewhere back in time, I had my bitter share of downfall. And I have to say that back then, I had every intention of not going back home and ending it right away. Right on the tracks of the LRT1 Vito Cruz Station.
Thanks to a really good friend of mine who answered her phone right away, she got me into my senses. And so, I faced the harsh music and went on. The entire trip back home was probably was one of the darkest and longest trip I’ve had in my lifetime since I, too, was carrying my own cross on my way back.
But God indeed does wonders. As soon as I got home, I expected the worst that could happen, and to my surprise, all I got was what I needed the most at that time: Understanding and Love of my parents. :)
And so I take it as my second chance to everything to start over.
An opportunity to brush off the dirt and get myself up once again.
Such opportunities gave me the way to prove myself to others. That, I too, can bring the best out of myself.
And here I am today. :) Never did I imagine that I can actually reach that high. But no matter how high it could get, I still wanted to stay grounded. Because it’s what got me in the first place. :)
As the saying goes, “When God closes a door, He opens a window”, He did open a huuuuge window for me. :)
