..staying connected..

As the main door of the hospital swung open, I had the taste of  warmth of the evening air. Since the bus  hasn't arrived yet, I sat on the nearby ally and watched the people passing by. It's a busy hour for people who wanted to be well. There's a sight of a father throwing his baby boy in the air in giggle, a daughter pushing the wheelchair of her old mom, children running and playing, footsteps in rhythm, doctors arguing of what's-the-final-diagnosis-of-who, smoking guard sitting on his post, and the musical noise and clutters from people everywhere. I saw the highest tower in the city glistening in prudent, changing its lights as if dancing to the pedestal. I saw my shadow from where I am sitting and my hair being blown away by the gentle wind of which the scent of my shampoo reminds me that it's been past 12 hours since I opened my eyes and called it a brand new day. I just sat there, swinging my legs in patience, thanking the One who gives all the noise and clutters, the very moment when I am tired from work and He would give me some moments to look at the world in its truest sense, to feel the unhurried wind caressing your hair, to fill your lungs with every joy of just being there...present, alive, with a beating heart. 

A little girl holding her bag of sweets throw her beautiful smile at me before the bus came. I recognized that smile. It's the answer to my wordless prayer last night when I am lying in my bed, exhausted, holding that scapular that came from Carmel, my favorite church. I held it between my hands tightly, no words could I think of saying. I just held it tight, and tears kept falling from my eyes. I knew by then that I already said my prayer. And that I am well-understood in my silence. 

The things that the world offers complicate our rules to happiness. Today, I may have not attended church, I may be absent from the family's meal, I may have been in a hurry to catch up a ride, or a loose grip of the spirit. But there's always a moment when God is pulling you on the other end of the rope towards Him. It may come as noise and clutters from strangers, a smile from a kid, of just the dancing lights from the tower. Does it matter? Why should it be? It's the peace in knowing that God is making ways to stay connected with us. Feel that connection in the most simple ways. I just did today.=)

I'm always in touch with you.-God