Dear God,

I know that things happen because You have a plan. Whatever Your plan may be, it will be done. But Lord, I am pleading to you, please heal my father's leg. Please let him be well. You told us Lord that You will always look upon us, that You are there especially when we need you. Please Lord, may You extend Your powerful hands over my father's body. Let your power heal whatever he's suffering into right now, and I declare by the Mighty Name of Jesus Christ, his strength is restored, and he will never again suffer from too much pain. Please Lord, I'm begging You. Give my parents more years to live, give them more strength Lord. And may You always be the center of our lives, so that when things like this try our faith, we will not fall into temptation of not holding on to Your promises. I believe in You Lord, all heart, mind, and soul. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen.

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The easiest gratifying route is always the way away from God. I have proven that myself. Whenever I look back at how I used to tell myself it's easier to sin than to follow Him, I'd simply laugh at myself and silently say, "I'll never be this happy if I chose to continue living the opposite way." 

I have this colleague who is undergoing a somewhat same experience as I had before. She told me that she wants to break free from committing the same sin, but she know in her heart that it is what will make her happy. Whenever she says that, I can't help but tell myself that she's exactly who I am before...torn, broken, and sick. But I know also that like me, she will be able to overcome the excruciating pain she's in right now, if she'll finally choose to hold on to God's promise and to obey His command. I was once this young in love girl who focuses on the wrong but happy part of my life. Now I understand. I can't get out of my sinful life before because I was too attracted to the happiness it brings me, which is, a  very good tactic that the evil ones use to tempt people to sin. For that reason, I can't also get out of the misery I'm in. And just like my dear colleague, I had once told God, "Don't You want me to be happy?" 

I thank God for inspiring me today. I would like to tell a story, a reflection that God has told me just now. This is my original story on how I describe my journey.

My life is a journey. As I was walking with God towards what God wants me to be, my attention was suddenly caught by a very attractive vehicle which offers a ride to happiness, the vehicle's name is sin. It was too enticing, knowing for a fact that walking to happiness (just how God instructed me) would be much slower than riding the vehicle to happiness, so I chased this car and ride on it. I enjoyed the ride so much, that I didn't notice I have already passed the happiness God has promised me. God's promise was only a couple of steps away, but I didn't know and I lost it. Nevertheless, I continued my journey, inside the car, enjoying the luxury it gives me. Meanwhile, I remembered my loved ones so I peered out the window and I saw every special person in my life, struggling to walk, but were one-by-one hit by the car I'm in as soon as the vehicle comes close to them. They did not die, but they're hurt. I know they are all hurt. But the happiness I'm experiencing is way more important to me than them. I know they can help themselves. I know God can help them get through the pain. And besides, they never know it's me inside the vehicle. They will never know I have put them in misery. As I was journeying in the vehicle, I noticed I was alone inside. I became sad. I felt the loneliness inside. In spite of the pleasure I'm experiencing, I know deep in my heart I have something missing. The journey continues, and I noticed that the vehicle is running out of gas. Eventually it became slower, the trip becoming as boring as ever. Then the vehicle eventually lost it's capacity to give the the enjoyment I used to like about it. Another day has passed, and I was left alone in the car, without gas, in the middle of a certain dark, nowhere place. I felt fear creeping in my heart and mind, and all I want is to get out of it. But I lost my way. I don't know where to go, what to do. As I was dealing with the solitude, I heard God's voice and He tells me, "I am giving you the chance to get out of that dark. Listen to Me. Leave that car and go back. Let us walk the path I am giving you and you will see what I promised you, the happiness like never before." Not thinking twice, I got out of the car's door and started the first steps of returning to my old track. But then as I was walking for like three steps already, I can't help but look back on the car. What if someone would pass me and saw the vehicle, and give me some gas to power up this car again? So I returned hoping this would happen. Another painful day in the darkness again has passed. I want to get out of it again, so I stood up and take the steps again. Then I turned back to the car and realized that not everyone is given the chance to have this kind of vehicle, that once I leave it there I may not have it ever again. So I returned and waited, holding on to the dead car of happiness. As the days passed and nothing happens, I asked God. "Don't You want me to be happy? Why don't you just power up this car with Your power just like how you give life to the dead and let me enjoy it again? Please help me get through this." When I woke up, I saw a man walking. I asked him where I could buy some gas for my car. The man told me that I should walk back to the route I've passed to get the gas. That means I'll have to leave my car. He offered to walk with me, but I asked him instead if he can buy it for me. He said, "This is your journey. I can walk you to the gas station but I cannot decide which gas will you need," He's right, so I just thanked him and insisted on staying. Another agonizing night has passed, and I told God again, "Don't You want me to be happy? What should I do?" Then God answered, "If you want to get out of darkness, get up. Walk back to the original path that I told you. I will always be on your side. I promise you it will be worth it." I've thought about what He said, and finally, i have decided to heed. I am hungry. I am lonely. I am not happy anymore, and that's because I'm still holding on the car that cannot function. So I've decided to step out and I saw God, extending His hands, not promising a smooth way but giving me that encouraging look that tells me everything will be ok. I cried. I told him how fearful I am, how ashamed I am that I did left him behind for something more convenient. He just hugged me and held my hand, and we started walking. There are times that I still try to glance on the car, but God always reminds me that if I won't stop looking back, I will never see what lies in front waiting for us. The walk is too long, I didn't know I made it that far. As days passes by, the walk becomes more and more tiresome, each step becomes unbearable. I asked God why don't He make a car for us so that the travelling will be less tiring. He replied, "You've gone too far my child, and I don't want you to miss the chance to see what you missed when you are in that car. Be patient. It will be worth it." After the rest, we continued walking, and as we walk I saw what He's talking about. A friend's birthday celebration, brother's return at home,Sunday mass with my parents, and discovering my unique capabilities. All this I missed during the ride. "But the good news is, you will be able to redeem those moments and do it again. I'm giving you that chance again," God said. As we continue the walk back, God has given me the chance to do all the things that I missed, and I realized that the walk isn't bad at all. But there are still times when I think about my car, and pain crushes me again inside, knowing that I will not have it ever. Suddenly, we passed through a gas station. We rested there and I was tempted to get the gas and return to my car. I did as I've thought and I walked again towards the path to my car while God is asleep (well, I that's what I think). But as I took the steps it becomes heavier, the road more rough than before. I suddenly slipped and scraped my knee as a result. It's harder, I realized, if I continue. Then I've though about my journey with God. The road is not smooth though, but I have God whom I can hold on to. But now I'm alone. So I've finally decided that I will never ever think about that car anymore. I returned to God and when He woke up, we continued walking hand in hand. Finally we reached out destination. God and I stopped in front of a beautiful gate I did not remember passing through before. When God opened the gate, I saw a brand new car, a car that is way more beautiful than what I had before. I cried, knowing that I missed this wonderful car only a few steps away, just because I got tired and impatient of God's promise to me. God spoke and said, "This is the real car to happiness. This is the promise that I have prepared for you. I will be your driver, all you need to do is sit back and relax. I will bring you to the road most of the people miss. I will bring you to the plan I have for you." 

Yes, when we are too focused on the sin that we are enjoying, it becomes too hard for us to go back on the right track. It's too painful to walk back if you're miles and miles away from your destination. Yes, IT'S NOT GOING TO BE EASY. It will be tiresome. It will somewhat look like a burden. It will hurt. It will make us suffer. But God promises one thing. If we try to go back to His plan, IT'S GOING TO BE WORTH IT. We will finally see the right destination He has for us. Finally, after  being lost, we will be able to see what we are looking for.

I call myself a missionary...and that's what people don't understand.

Sometime in our life, we wish to become "someone" whom everybody wants, whom everybody admires. But the fact of life is this: we will become someone we didn't expect us to be. Just like in my very own precious life. I never imagined myself being a preacher, standing in front of many people, giving them the encouragement they need for their spiritual life. But the day I was finally brought here, I told myself I will never be ashamed of where God had put me. 

Many people, especially those who closely know me, and those who expects a lot from me gives me a frown when they see me and ask, "Why?" In return, I also come to ask them, "Why?" What's wrong with my life? It as if they are all telling me that I made the wrong choice, that I've been in a wrong path. But honestly, my heart and my soul speaks up everytime and tells me, "this is what I want." 

I am blessed because my parents, my siblings, and my friends have understood me more than anyone else. Though there are times that questions cannot be avoided, I could feel their love by contantly reminding me at the end of the day that nothing changes. They still love me, they still treat me the way they treat me before, and I value that so much. That's why I also try to be equally human when I am with them, though I admit that being a preacher had changed a lot from me especially on how I see things. 

Many cannot understand me. They say I will not gain success in my chosen field, but I may say that I actually had acquired success on the time I chose to be what I am now. I don't understand myself either, but all I can say is...I can feel that this is what God wants me to be, and I know that I will never regret this. And well, I know that if God doesn't want me to serve Him this way anymore, He will put me on where He wants me to be, so I'm just waiting and enjoying the life he had given me for now. 

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Saint of the Day: St. Bonaventure

Bonaventure, Franciscan, theologian, doctor of the Church, was both learned and holy. Because of the spirit that filled him and his writings, he was at first called the Devout Doctor; but in more recent centuries he has been known as the Seraphic Doctor after the “Seraphic Father” Francis because of the truly Franciscan spirit he possessed.

Born in Bagnoregio, a town in central Italy, he was cured of a serious illness as a boy through the prayers of Francis of Assisi. Later, he studied the liberal arts in Paris. Inspired by Francis and the example of the friars, especially of his master in theology, Alexander of Hales, he entered the Franciscan Order, and became in turn a teacher of theology in the university. Chosen as minister general of the Order in 1257, he was God’s instrument in bringing it back to a deeper love of the way of St. Francis, both through the life of Francis which he wrote at the behest of the brothers and through other works which defended the Order or explained its ideals and way of life.

The morning of the fifteenth of July, 1274, in the midst of the Second Council of Lyons, Pope Gregory X and the Fathers of the Council were shocked to learn that toward dawn Brother Bonaventure, bishop of Albano, had sickened and died. An unknown chronicler provides his impression of the Franciscan cardinal: “A man of eminent learning and eloquence, and of outstanding holiness, he was known for his kindness, approachableness, gentleness and compassion. Full of virtue, he was beloved of God and man. At his funeral Mass that same day, many were in tears, for the Lord had granted him this grace, that whoever came to know him was forthwith drawn to a deep love of him.”

SOURCE: www.americancatholic.org

Saints of the Day: St. John Jones and St. John Wall

These two friars were martyred in England in the 16th and 17th centuries for refusing to deny their faith.

John Jones was Welsh. He was ordained a diocesan priest and was twice imprisoned for administering the sacraments before leaving England in 1590. He joined the Franciscans at the age of 60 and returned to England three years later while Queen Elizabeth I was at the height of her power. John ministered to Catholics in the English countryside until his imprisonment in 1596. He was condemned to be hanged, drawn and quartered. John was executed on July 12, 1598.

John Wall was born in England but was educated at the English College of Douai, Belgium. Ordained in Rome in 1648, he entered the Franciscans in Douai several years later. In 1656 he returned to work secretly in England.

In 1678 Titus Oates worked many English people into a frenzy over an alleged papal plot to murder the king and restore Catholicism in that country. In that year Catholics were legally excluded from Parliament, a law which was not repealed until 1829. John Wall was arrested and imprisoned in 1678 and was executed the following year.

John Jones and John Wall were canonized in 1970.

SOURCE: www.americancatholic.org

This photo shows exactly how hard it is to be a missionary. We are still typical human beings, capable of feeling bad about ourselves and everything happening in it. There are times when we wake up one morning and just feel like returning to bed again, forcing ourselves to go back to sleep, the fear of facing another day eats our whole being. But then, we realize that this is what we are meant to do, and this is more than a duty we ought to accomplish. So in spite of all the negativity that creeps into our whole system, we try to cover it up with a "happiness suit." In front of the people, we have to be strong, we have be the happy and no-worries human, we have to be the optimists. But the truth is, behind all the smiles, behind all the positive things that goes out of our mouth is "us" who feels really bad. I know this sounds hypocritical, but I would just like to emphasize that preachers are not superheroes as any other people expect us to be. We are not always in our good self. We are not always happy. We have problems too. We have our own difficult days. We too need encouragement. We too undergo serious dilemmas in our life. We need to breathe. But we have to set as a good example for everybody. We have to be strong for other people. We have to forget ourselves to make them feel relieved. And that's what I somewhat like by being a missionary. I could help people out in spite of all the damage I have in my own life. We are not hypocrites, we are typical people whom God entrusted the responsibility of facing people with delight, so as to help them realize there's more to life. 

Where is faith when I need it most?

Sabi ko kay Lord, "Lord, may FOREVER po diba?" ...sagot Niya....

Let the weak say I AM STRONG!

Just a quick post before I retire tonight.

I remembered during our retreat, one of our colleagues reminded us that we should thank God for using us as His vessel for proclaiming His word whatever the outcome our preaching made. So tonight, I recalled the memory and told my prayers of thanksgiving after I gave my talk somewhere in Taguig City. But before I actually thanked God, the first think I uttered was, "God, I'm so tired, I could not even lift myself up." I feel so weak literally, I can feel my knees trembling, my shoulders about to give in. Still I managed to smile and eat with the people. After I bid my goodbye to everybody, one attendee invited me to her nearby house. She gave me uncooked rice and instant juice drink before I left her precious dwelling. My bag was so full and heavy, knowing that I am so tired I could not imagine myself lifting it on my back until I get home! Then on the jeepney I remembered how gracious and lovable God can be. 

When we feel very weak, God has His ways of telling us we are strong because He's there. He reminded me, through my heavy baggage, that I could still lift up my body and even a bag full of blessings because He is the one who gives me strength. <3 

I'm so happy about what happened this evening. Thank You Lord! Thank You for showing me I am strong when I feel I am weak. :) 

I was on duty yesterday when I was asked to accompany someone to BGC for business purposes. While on a taxi I saw what I have been searching for -- the schedule for Walkway: Reflections on the Stations of the Cross.

On my Facebook account I posted yesterday: "The Lord made this day for a purpose." When I came back to the office, one of my seniors told me I had a very emotional post that day. He thought that I went to BGC to apply for another job opportunity. I told him that my post pertains to having my prayer answered by knowing the schedule through my unexpected trip to BGC. And, here it is! On March 30, my colleagues and I have already marked this day for our encounter with this new experience.

Upon seeing the photos in social media before, I was really excited to experience this reflection. Part of my excitement is that it is a modified way of the stations of the cross. Though we respect the traditional way, I consider it as a relevant innovation that could explain and make us feel deeply what this season is all about. I also would want to observe how this was being organized, so that I hope, someday, we could do similar strategies in our youth ministry.

:)

Northdaanghari, Taguig City

I arrived home tonight earlier than usual, like 30 minutes early. haha! This March, I would like to start blogging about my "preaching experiences". I hope I could continually do this. So help me God. :) 

I was scheduled to talk in Northdaanghari, Taguig City tonight. It was a small, well ventilated chapel. I tried to walk on a different route than I did before, just for a change. By the way, it was my second time there. My first preaching experience in that place is nice, The atmosphere is light, just like what happened tonight. What I mean is, there are some places where I preach that I feel lighthearted, while some place feels like unwelcoming. 

The coordinator did not remember (as expected) my name, though she said she remember my face (which I hardly believe, because her reaction is too strange upon seeing me, like she's looking on a new attendee) hehe. I was nervous, but I am happy because I like how the Holy Spirit guided me in doing my outline earlier this day. I started preaching and observing how they will respond to the Gospel and the message I am about to tell them. As expected, it is not as energetic as when we preach about blessings, abundance and prosperity. Just this morning, on my way to Makati with a colleague, we've talked about the different receptions of attendees based on topics. She said that, when the topic is about abundance, the people are rawring for agreement. On the other hand, when the preaching is something about change, something that will surely catch them off guard, something that will make them feel guilty, they are not too interested. Based on my observation a while ago, I would agree that the reception is really different, compared to my last preaching there with a more acceptable topic. But I would say that they were listening.... it's just that they were silent. Maybe because, and I would like to take it that they were reflecting, though like the last verses said in the Gospel, Jesus knows what they have in mind.

When times like this happens, I always remember what one elder preacher once told me... we are used by God to bring His message to the people, but it is God's work to bless them, to make them feel His words and to be inspired by it. Yes, it is God's power that works personally to people. Whoever delivers the message and whatever the message is, only God knows if they were really listening.


So far, the night went well, and I got home feeling satisfied.


 Thank God for His power and glory. Thank God for His wonderful message.

The Common Denominator

While eating in a fast food, one of my colleagues asked me if it happened that I asked God why am I in this kind of vocation. I told her that I do, but when I reflect on it, I always remember how I used to pray for this before, while I was still a student contemplating for my future. I didn't pray of becoming a missionary, because then I didn't know that even Catholics have lay missionaries. But I recalled how I asked God to give me a job where I would travel to different places, how I used to tell Him to give me a job that will not be a hindrance to my attendance in prayer meetings and masses, and how a friend and I used to wish we could go to different churches. All of this, without realizing it before, happened to me right now. That's why, when another colleague asked me if my parents like what I'm doing right now, I told him yes, they like it. Aside from having no choice about my choice, I can feel they see how much I enjoy my life here in this vocation. Anyway, back to the fast food, all four of us were sharing about our "calling" when one of us said, "I know what is common about us." And you know what is it? She said we all started from not having even a simple glimpse or concrete plan for our future.

I agree with her. Most of us would probably tell, "yes, I have plans but I really don't know where I'm going then" or "I don't have a plan when I was still a student." I was more of the latter, and so was my other three colleagues. We can't clearly see where we're going. As the bible says, "God thoughts are not our thoughts." Maybe that time, our minds cannot fathom the thoughts of God, His plan of putting us in this precious vocation. I'm glad that I haven't seen mine. Though some of my experiences are unknowingly leading me to this life, I'm glad that I was surprised by God, and that I was able to accept it wholeheartedly because I don't have any concrete plans that could cause me disappointments. 

As Pope Francis said, it is good to allow ourselves to be surprised by God. His plans are amazing. :)

I want to be what God wants me to be....

Being a full-time missionary is not an easy job. As per our ministry's case, we have to deal with different work from both office and field. In the office we've already been counselors and prayer warriors in the morning, assistant auditors, and secretaries at noon, production assistants and radio announcers at night. In the field we are asked to preach the word of God in different churches, to handle and be responsible for the spiritual growth of the youth, and to visit the sick and pray for the families in every home. During Saturdays we become collectors of people's prayers and offerings. We've even became ecologists and stewards of God's creation for a day. We are one big stressed group, and the only pleasure and "me-time" we have is eating in our favorite fast foods. Though we have a lot to do, I can see that each one of us are enjoying the life God has chosen us to have. Well, is this the life that God wants us to have?

Though I am a missionary, I am still capable of thinking about my calling. Is this where am I called? Is this where God wants me to be? 

A while ago, I was talking with two of my dear colleagues. One of them said she's in the "searching for more stage", while the other one said she's been contented in her present vocation as a missionary. While we were talking, I was with the one who is searching. But in my case, I told them I was at the "brink of giving up". I don't know what I feel, but what's for sure is, it's because of our financial instability. Being a missionary does not mean obtaining golds, it means giving up the gold. Wednesday night, I was really crying hard because my father had to be taken to a hospital because of eye irritation. I don't know what happened yet that night, but I was really scared knowing that he's been suffering from an asthma attack the morning of that same day. What I'm crying about is the money. I am really getting worried how can I help my parents pay if ever something happens. I was so worried that I even came to a point of blaming myself for choosing to be a missionary. Thank God, because my father's eyes are ok now, and he's been in his normal condition after that incident. 

I always prayed to God that I will not complain about the sacrifices of being a missionary especially with money as long as any form of danger and sickness will not come into my family. So I was really upset when that happened. But God has a lot of ways of slapping me with the fact that He can do more of what I could ask of Him. I am really ashamed now as I was writing this, knowing that I am a missionary by vocation, and yet a small happening and I freak out, my faith becomes small. I don't know if my doubt is forgivable, but still I ask God for forgiveness. 

Now, I still don't have money. I still wasn't able to help out my parents totally. But I'm happy, because my family is ok, and God is protecting all of them. And about my decision to give up? Well, just before I go home this evening, I ate with a colleague in a fast food. She is the contented one. She's telling me the story of her family, how financially challenged they are. I never told her about what happened to my father, but it seems she's brought to me for a reason. This girl I'm talking about, is the I told myself that unless she quits, I'll never will. Compared to us, she'd been in a more stressful family life, but then she never lost her faith like her mom. She only told me that whenever she thinks of comparing a missionary life to a fully working life, she's more assured and comfortable with what we are now. And, she shared to me that in her talk this week, she said that sacrifices when following Christ, just like what the apostles did, is always worth it. That we will never regret sacrificing for God's sake. Yes, I agree with her. 

Now, for my previous questions, is this where I am called? Is this where God wants me to be? The answer is simple. When I was still in high school, I keep praying to God that He put me where He wants me to be. When I am in college, I also had the same prayer, and my motto became "I want to be what God wants me to be." After I graduated, I applied and had a job, but still I didn't have the heart to say no when we are called to become a missionary. So the answer? YES. 

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Lord, I want to say sorry for having little faith on You. Please bless me Lord, and help me make my faith grow. Show me and my family's life, that choosing You is never a bad idea. God, I love you  so much, Thanks for everything. Amen.

Worry no more.

I'm having a tough night right now. It's late, and my parents are still out. When I was on my way home a while ago, my sister informed me that my parents are on  their way to the hospital because something happened to my father's eye. I still do not know what exactly happened, and I'm still waiting. Just now, my father texted me that they're going home.... and I felt a bit of relief. I'm still praying for God's guidance as they travel home.

I am a missionary. I am responsible in delivering God's word and its corresponding reflection to extend the hope the Lord has given us to every people who hear. I should be the first one to have strong faith. But I admit that I still have fears. I fear about what might happen to my parents. I fear of losing anyone from my family. I fear that I wasn't capable enough to support their needs. I fear that I might choose to leave this vocation for better opportunities. I fear of losing my faith. 

Just like Pope Francis, I am not good at dealing with pain. I've been through a lot of emotional challenges before, but when it comes to my family, I don't know what to do. These fears I have mentioned are the results of my human and realistic thinking. A while ago, I was exchanging messages with a colleague, and I'm sharing with her the hurt I've been feeling. I was really worried that I would not be able to pay or help my parents pay for whatever hospital bill they are up to. I Am worried for what might happen, and what would these instances would push me to do. Worry ate me up until all I can do is breakdown.

Thank God, I was able to see this photo from the internet. Thank God because He's telling me that He's got this. He's in-charge, He knows what to do. My only question is, why does my father have to suffer? He's a really good man, a man who never gets tired of serving God in his own ways. Why does he have to suffer an asthma attack last morning? Why does he have to feel pain in his eyes this evening? Why Lord? Why my father? Why does it have to be in my family? I remember once, a preacher said that God promised that the blessings of the Lord to the one who serves Him will be extended to his/her family. I have been serving Him with all my heart, but why does these things should happen?

I don't know how to answer myself right now, but I know God have many things to tell me through this situation. But I hope and pray that this would end up soon and good. I pray that my father will be the same, will be ok from head to toe. I pray that all the pain he's feeling right now would be taken away. I declare that my prayers are answered in Jesus' name. And I pray as well, that my faith will be intact whatever happens,

Lord, please protect my family. They are one of the most precious gifts you have entrusted to me. <3

God's LOVE

POPE IN THE PHILIPPINES! #BLESSED

Outline

One of the most challenging part of being a missionary is preparing an outline. Yes, it is. We may say that the Holy Spirit will be the one to take over once we are in front of people, but still, as far as "faith and action" is concerned, we have to be equipped. I have experienced doing my outlines in rush before, say, just before I talk, right inside the church already! I never like that to happen again. So now, I promised myself that I will do my outline before I sleep. :) 

CHANGE

One of my colleagues asked me, "Why is it that God allowed be to be in that situation again? Is He giving me another chance to sin?" This colleague of mine is currently undergoing a very problematic life. She is considering herself a mistress, because she's been dating a married man. As per her story, they had not slept together yet, and I believe her. If she's lying, it's her liability to God, not me. Anyway, just before the year 2014 ended, she's been pleading God to help her overcome from that sin. She said she wants to be free. As someone she confides with most of the time, I prayed with her wholeheartedly to God. The year 2015 started with great surprise. The man she's been dating had cut-off their communication, and she's very upset with what happened. Given that she's heartbroken by the immediate disappearance of the man, she asked God if she could have another chance to talk with the man. I know very well that her intention is for the continuation of their love affair, but she's denying it. After a week, she tried to call that man and well... the communication is back. She's happy. She asked me why God allowed her to be in it again. After we've talked, I asked God why He allowed to bring back the communication between them again. Does He not want my colleague to change? And then suddenly, as I was browsing my FB account, I saw this....

I guess that is the answer. I would like to share this to her as soon as possible. :)