since i got here in manila, i attend masses alone. i don't really find it a bad thing, but i admit that there are a lot of times when i also hope that my usual buddies were around. its not very customary here that people hold hands during the Lord's Prayer - they do if they know each other (but back home, people hold hands even if they are strangers to each other). that being the case, it's been my habit to lift my hands and just close my eyes during this part of the mass.
tonight's mass was different. as the keys started to play at the onset of The Lord's Prayer, i lifted my hands and closed my eyes. then suddenly, i felt a hand hold my right hand. surprised, i opened my eyes, look at the owner of the hand, and smiled back. then i closed my eyes, smiled again, and tears started to fall.
today was a great day to count. i celebrated the day with family members, friends, and kids who long for love and home. the hand that hold my hand at mass made me felt that God (never stopped)/will never stop holding my hand close to His heart. i will be fine. all will be fine. He says so.
meantime, i can take on this flu and bring with me to dream land today's beautiful souls, genuine laughters, and many blessings..
(its ok, i love you anyway)