Finding my way home...

The Altar at St. James the Greater Parish, Allen, Northern Samar.

Funny how things do fall into place without me giving much thought about it.

In my heart there always was a certain longing. 

But I kept pushing things, hitting the "Later" button.

Then there I was, with a heavy heart and a wandering mind.

One Sunday afternoon, when I heard the bells pealing.

It may sound dramatic, but I felt like it was calling out my name.

To Church I went, thinking I might see something familiar, yet not knowing what to expect.

As soon as the entrance song was sung, tears fell from my eyes.

The song was something I knew, back in the day when I sung choir songs.

Suddenly I was that girl again.

I am home.

And I ask myself why, what took me so long?

I am here now, that doesn't matter.

On the Sunday of Divine Mercy I found my way home.

Now my Sundays are spent with Him.

Nourishing my soul; grateful for His infinite wisdom and mercy.

Jesus, I trust in you.