rainy days and sundays

i went to church today. after a long long time, i finally found my way back to the comforting sanctuary of hearing mass. i suppose it's the rain that guided me. the resounding echo of the wind which carried a strong outpour has led me to the one place that i need to be on sundays, the church. hearing God's Words spoken to me earlier today in the backdrop of the blessing of the rain made my heart leap and my eyes water as i assimilate, in the most gracious disposition, what message there is for me this week. i was like a lost pony that found it's way back to the stable just in time. the feeling of being home gave me comfort. it gave me strength. it renewed the will to daringly face the harshness of my world knowing fully well that i'll be okay.

and then i remembered how i got this far in my life. i remembered that whenever i felt down and out, it was to Him that i turned to (aside from my family and friends of course). it was His advise that i sought. of course, it hasn't always been easy capturing His voice, but as my experience has it, it always comes. i wonder if people around the world know of this. i wonder if those people i know who are undergoing pain, depression and solitude today remember this one single formula for getting through hard times in life.

i sure hope they do. especially now, when He has been repeatedly giving us signs for us to remember Him, signs like the glorious downpour of rain on the blessed day of sundays.

as i walked back home from the church, holding my umbrella on the one hand and my heavily soaked maong pants on other, i felt nothing but bliss as the rain washed away my worries for the week to come.