God of miracles

Early morning today, I was asked by boyfie if we could have dinner at Binondo. Come lunch time, he cancelled.

I was supposed to meet a client at around 1pm, but had a change of heart. I asked if we can move it at a later time so i can go straight home after the meeting. Client declined.

Come 5:30PM, I struggled not to go straight home yet. My mind was arguing whether to attend a reunion or have my watch strap replaced. I didn't do both. Heck, I'm the only gimik-less girl on a payday Friday.

So fine, I went home.

Traffic was terrible, I told myself, half-asleep.

When I finally reached home, I smelled something like that of incense. I can't stand it when they burn incense during the holy mass. Great, my folks burned some at home!

They told me they had someone visit dad to pray him over and and to "ward off" some negativity in our house. We already got a go signal that we can have him treated again. Long story.

Point is, things won't go perfectly well had i pushed through with any of my plans. So thankful they were aborted altogether! God has a master plan.

Had I pigged out in Binondo, or gone home earlier than usual or met up with old friends, I wouldn't have spoken to Dad.

I've never spoken to my Dad with such depth until today. This time, with emotions, with openness, all heart.

Both were unguarded. Emotions were raw.

All of these happened for us to be closer, for us to be strong for one another and to be more prayerful and to strengthen our faith even more.

The uphills we had to climb -- tough but very well worth it.

Thank you so so much, dear friends, for all your prayers.

God is my ultimate healer.