I remembered my Singapore trip with college friends last 2010. It was the best. We were all thrilled. We didn't sleep on our first night there. We kept creeping out of our room to eat and dance around the hallway. We were trying not to laugh too hard. We were giddy because we were actually together on an out-of-town getaway. I tell you I would have framed that moment if I could. I would have time frozen and then bask again in the happiness it brought.
The following day we went to visit a nearby cloister with nuns busily going about their daily routine. We were met by the head of the congregation as we came with religious persons. She was clad in pink all over, save her face. She had a high nose and a pretty mouth, especially when she talks. She had a certain aura that exudes gentleness. We gathered around in a circle while she was trying to get to know each and every one of us. You could say that was really nice of her, especially when she was coaxing us to heed the "calling" and come join the religious life (insert blank look). Herein lies the story.
She was 14 when she first visited a monastery. She was so sure she wanted to become a nun then. She told the superior of her intention and was told to come back again after high school. You are too young, my child, she said. High school came and another visit meant a futile attempt into cajoling the superior. Are you sure? You have to think about it, she said once more. Four years went by and the calling became even more persistent. Of course the parents had to be in the picture. Being the only heir from a family whose business is textile and international trade, they just had to be. She was trained quite intensively for she would one day take over the family business. She was sent to travel to most parts of the world for both business and pleasure. Suitors, expensive gifts, words of flattery and what have you soon came flocking. I still felt empty. And there's that voice, she said. Finally while in town for a short stay, she was invited to a daytime cruise with friends. I had my gold bracelet, an heirloom from my grandparents. It was so special to me and by accident, I dropped it in the middle of the ocean, she told us. She asked God to help her find it, even to the point of making it a sure sign of entering the congregation if it will be found. I was so sad. But while frolicking in the beach and playing with the sand, lo and behold, the bracelet was in my hand, just before the sun set, she narrated. The rest, they say, is history.
I have goosebumps as I type, and I still get them no matter the many times I've shared this piece. Dropped in the middle of the ocean and found on the sand thereafter?! Seriously?! Who can ever do that?! Only the most powerful, omnipotent, and all loving God... Tonight, I needed a little pat in the back. Tough times like these when hormones are raging, I think aloud this story. I have been looking forward to my most awaited vacation. Guess what? I woke up five minutes earlier than my scheduled flying time. I wanted to kill myself. How could I not hear the alarm?! Why did it had to happen? Then I stop and think, there must be a reason. And then I let God take full control. I don't really have any words of wisdom to share as what the sister narrated, but what I know is that whatever we're experiencing, He has willed it. :)
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