“Know that the Lord does wonders for his faithful one; The Lord will hear me when I call upon Him.” – Psalm 4:4
ALMOST everyday, I have to ride an FX taxi at 6:30 in the morning to arrive just in time for my 8:30 class. I would bargain with God to help me get a cab and I do it everytime I’m desperate.
Since I was a child, I have always considered Him as my superhero who saves the day. I believe that His little miracles will sustain me, and in exchange for the deals, — I would promise to be good.
When I was about to turn 18, I experienced a serious depression after I lost two dear friends. One of them was almost a sister to me and the other was one whom I thought I could share a buddy-honey love affair. We parted ways after high school. Both of them entered the same university while I opted to study here in UST. They have easily forgotten who I was in their lives and this made me dread to see them. As days passed by, I hoped this bitterness would end, yet my birthday came and I did not get any better.
Yet on the evening of my birthday, I could not sleep. While everyone else in the house was already snoozing, I sat in front of the computer reading e-mails.
A classmate sent me a freaky e-mail with pictures of ghosts. It was past 12, and I got goosebumps all over my body. To divert the eerie feeling, I opened another mail, titled, “A love poem.”
The mail brought me to a strange website and for almost 30 seconds my eyes were pinned on the computer monitor. Then the poem started to flash in small colored letters, accompanied by music. I was enjoying the song, then suddenly, I heard a loud scream and a Chucky-like demonic face appeared on the screen.
I immediately ran to my mother’s bedroom. I was so afraid. I was seeing the face everywhere. First on the mirror and then outside the windows. I seemed to lose my sanity. Everyone in the house panicked that they had to wake up some relatives two blocks away for help. My mother called up my cousin, a pastor, to come over the house and pacify me. They thought I was possessed. So did I.
I was shaking in fear and crying really hard. But my cousin calmly reminded me that I must have failed to pray.
That night, I prayed for God to be with me and banish my fears away. I proposed a deal again. I asked Him to help me get through whatever pain I was in and I promised to throw away all the grudges I was carrying and start anew.
The next day, I woke up crying and the first person who embraced me was my mother. I was still afraid and hurt, but at the same time, I was sorry for the worries I caused them.
I realized that even without my friends, God is there. In my mother’s embrace I felt Him. That time, I felt like a baby again¯receiving plenty of big hugs and kisses from my mother.
I just thought that if God was present at the most difficult time of my life, He would be there to help me with my petty problems. This is the secret of my faith. I know that God hears my pleas, and everyday, I must try my best to keep my promises to Him. I apologize whenever I go astray and instead, yield to my passions. But I always pray that like a true friend, God will always be there for me.
Prayer: Dear God, my Savior and Friend, thank You for never leaving me in times of trouble. My weakness draws me to You and after all these years, I have become strong. You alone, with my loved ones, give me the power to get on with life. May we have more times to share together without fear. Amen.
