Voices

Cherry Blossom Boulevard, Beitou

"His was the fight, ours the crown."
Christ is risen, Alleluiah! Spring has sprung! And the cold almost gone (except the annoying rain the entire week). So many reasons to be happy about but I am not quite sure how I have been feeling these days.

Slice open my head and maybe you'll find a gazillion of thoughts floating around. I'm stuck with so much stuff I'm afraid I'm -in the words of my colleague- already living outside my life. I think he got it right.

Thankfully, the observance of Holy Week has put a halt on all these busyness. I was too absorbed with other things, forgetting Someone manages them for me. And maybe this is the reason why I was deeply moved by the services I attended the past days. On Good Friday, despite having to go to work, I dropped by the church near the office and they were having a short musical recollection before the veneration of the cross. I suddenly felt enveloped by His love, His greatness. I teared up and felt alive again. The homilies by the nuncio from Palm Sunday to Easter also fueled my hunger, my thirst, listening to him wiped away my exhaustion.

People might think I'm crazy with all the things I'm doing. I miss myself, my alone time. I miss not having to eat fast, to sleep fast. I miss not having to think of what I will do next. I miss my daily masses.

To be able to go back to my normal life, I need to make a decision- fast, quick. But it is hard. People close to me know the things I value, and they also are torn on what advice to give to me.

But I was told last Sunday that i need to listen to voices other than the one in my head, especially those who know me well. Discern. Pray. Know what will make you grow. I'm grateful I have these voices in my life. And that voice of Someone greater than us.

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