Yesterday, my dad and i were trying to figure out what route to take for our supposed trip to Quiapo today. normally, the drive shouldn't be that hard and the roads should have been quite empty (considering its a sunday!). but today was different, aside from the massive prayer congregation because of Pope John Paul's beatification, it also happened to be the one day wherein labor unions take to the streets, wave their hand made flags and signs and request/demand for better compensation for their hard work.
But despite this event that eventually created heavy traffic in the area, we persisted on our quest to reach the church. My dad, Rico, has been a devout follower of the Nazareth. he kept telling me and my brother stories of his adventures when he was young, his stories regarding his devotion to quiapo and the church's patron.
About two Days ago, we received news that we never expected. we got news that my dad is sick and would need to be operated immediately. But we believe in the power of prayer, in the power of what we believe in, and it is fitting that we go to Quiapo, my dads most loved sanctuary for his faith and religion, to ask for God's help.
Tomorrow will be the start of the actual test for us, and all we have to do is believe and be strong. i know that we would survive this, just like all those that came before it.
I believe in both of you. God and Dad, i know that this too shall pass, and we shall look back at it with humility and would have learned from everything that has happened. all we have to do is trust and Believe!
“For I will restore health to you and heal you of your wounds,” says the Lord. (Jeremiah 30:17)