I would like to tell you a story. It’s about a pink sheep. Imagine a very vast, green and lush field among mountains and trees and it’s full of a large flock of sheep. It was handled by a Shepherd who knows each and every one of his sheep. It was a great field to live in, with just a little rule: to stay in the field and hear and follow the shepherd's voice when he calls and to not go astray. So, again, we go back to the field. There are sheep which are grazing near the brook and those that are running with their small feet. There are those resting near the shades of trees. Some are black, some are white, but there’s one who is pink. She seems vibrant, happy, unique and full of life, trying to mingle with other sheep. But somehow, this pink sheep pushes some away, and even kick with her little legs the ones who would dare go near her. Some sheep would raise their eyebrows and say, “ That sheep is so weird. Why is she the only one who’s pink? She just wants attentio...
Seven years ago, I found myself at a novena mass for Sto Nino during one of the most chaotic years of my life. My spirit was low, and I was struggling, yet I wore a facade of happiness that only I knew was a mask. Deep down, I felt broken and wished I could just disappear. In that moment of despair, I turned to Sto Nino—not asking for material possessions, but seeking clarity and guidance. I surrendered my burdens and prayed for direction, pouring my heart out while the soothing strains of the song “Bato Balani” echoed around me. I told Him, "Ikaw na hala Nino, kabalo man ka unsay tinuod nako gibati ug unsay akong kinahanglanon. Ikaw na bahala."I let my tears flow, voicing my deep need for help. The journey following that prayer wasn’t easy. It felt like juggling the pieces of a shattered puzzle as my life turned upside down. I faced job losses and broken relationships, which forced me to confront my pride and humbly acknowledge my mistakes. It was a period of necessary reset...