Last Thursday, after a church activity, a friend and I were chatting when, all of a sudden, she became teary-eyed.
And then she said something like: “Okay na, Tita Lelen, maiiyak na ako talaga,” before walking away.
I didn’t know what she was going through. So while driving home that evening, I prayed for her.
And somehow, that conversation brought me back to something I had written almost eight years ago.
Nov. 17, 2018
An early morning thought (6am)…
When I do a little counseling, I sometimes get emotional for whoever I am talking or listening to—whether they are friends, acquaintances, or even someone I barely know—and my judgment may become clouded.
I remind myself:
Stop and pray! 🙏🏼
Last Sunday, before going to mass…
Tenten: in another car, waving and pointing to the sky
Yeye: in another car with me, giving the sign of “Oo, kita ko!”
Me: taking picture
“This is MY promise to you!” — a promise of hope for all the people who trusted me with their stories.
I can listen without assuming. I can care without trying to fix everything. And I should trust God with someone’s story that I was never meant to carry myself.
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