As I was walking towards the grocery just a few hours ago, I heard myself utter a prayer. It was actually the nth time that I did that. Often during my walks home and when I am alone during those walks I'd talk to God. Prayers is just one, sometimes I'd hum a tune or sing for Him.
As always the prayer was for my loved ones back home. My mother, my baby, my brother and sister.
I realized that even though I am too far and in such a different culture/ society I can always find more things to be thankful for. Yes, unlike those families who are complete and together, I thank God that inspite of being a single mom my family showed me more love than I could imagine.
That beyond the poverty that so many people are experiencing, I have a job and able to sustain my family back home. And in the midst of hatred, I have people around me who genuinely treasure the friendship that we have.
2 comments:
Hi monique, kaya mo yan, buti ka nga isa lang, samantalang ako pito yan, mag isa kong iginapang till nakatapos sila ng pag aaral, bilib ako sa determinasyon mo, we really need to make some sacrifice, cute ng unica ija mo, lola's girl talaga, galing pa sumayaw, alam kong sa kanya ka lang din humuhugot ng lakas sa araw araw, be strong and of course prayers helps a lot
Hi 2nette, thanks for that encouragement. kaya nga i always remind myself na i am way better than other people., isipin mo hirap ako sa isang iniwan, samantalang ikaw, 7? parang i could not imagine.
pero tama ka, the strength that i have now comes from God and my family. kung di din lang dahil sa kanila eh di ko gagawin ito. :)
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