Sacred moments of coming together can bring healing conversations. That's what happened to gartogcel (supposedly a kuya) and me last weekend. On my way to my brother's house, I passed by their porch and there they are - husband and wife - sitting on the stairs, our fave spot. Since it was a weekend, joining them for a short chit-chat is surely not a crime, so I thought. But, alas! The short chit-chat was turned to a long unexpected healing conversation! Speaking of surprises!
We talked of many miracles, counting and recounting countless grace moments, many of them concealed in crucibles - teh fiery furnace of purifying, purging, the push and pull of the One and the human. There was the provisions of exact needs for vacationa airfares, the exact nine thousands for the whole family, the constant wrestling mode of the wicked human soul on the One's mysterious and never likeable ways, the pushing of what we thought to be the best for us and our capacities, the pride of life, the discontentment and questionings, the strong controlling grip on things, events, and even spirituality, itself... All of man's limitations and mistakes! All of the One's patient coaching and guiding, selfless and enduring love!
Confessions upon confessions, questions upon questions, realizations and reflections, all sacred, all divine, all mysterious, all beautiful. The taming, the molding, all the pains, all the tears. Yet, all the beauty emerging - pure, true, lovely, admirable, praiseworthy, good!
Motiffs of relinguishing, surrender, losing all forms of control, going out of the box!
Acceptance, trusting, loving...
Faith, hope, love!
Peace and joy!
LIFE...
Never-ending quest for His path, His direction, His truth!
How come we never learn? How come He never gives up on us?
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