After checking out of the hotel, yesterday afternoon, my friend insisted that we visit the Pink Sisters Convent. I was kinda hestitant at first but since we have a pretty long time to kill waiting for the bus ride home, I said yes.

It was kinda a long time ako since I bowed before the Sacred Host. I knelt before Him and let my heart do the talking. I was at peace. A state of mind that I haven’t felt in such a long time. It’s my spirit yearning for reconciliation — wanting a renewed life and spirituality — a new outlook in life — a new me.

I wrote a prayer petition for me and my family after a short moment of genuflection. As what prayed in the garden of Gethsemane, “Father, if it is you will, let it be done”. And so be it. I have accepted my fate with trust in Him.

That five minutes seemed like a whole day. Too many thoughts relfecting on the things in the past, the present, and the future that I’m scared of. As we walk outside the chapel, traversing the slopes of the city, I felt this lightness of being within me. The clouded thoughts that I had have finally cleared up step-by-step as we walk away from the convent. Only to reveal a new picture in the canvass of my life — a painting of hope and positivism; and of faith and acceptance.