That Sunday

It was an easy and simple Sunday for us, family. Although I was kinda drained from the Friday preceding the weekend, I find it more essential to get my butt out of the house and do a little of ” seeing the world outside” thing.

We started out Sunday so early by attending the early morning mass aka simbang gabi, which is a series of 9 early morning masses starting from December 16 all the way through the Christmas Eve, December 24. It is a very Filipino Christmas tradition and no, I am not able to complete the simbang gabi this year, but the husband , so far, is. But this Sunday morning, I did not see any valid reason why I should not attend.

After each simbang gabi, different groups of parishioners of St. Edwards Catholic Church serves breakfast down the basement of the church for all of the mass attendees. Since it was a Sunday and no one among us is going to work after, we decided to take a peek in the basement and have something to eat.

And there were LOTS of food. We were all full and happy. We had a good laugh and little conversations. It was a good time. The food was a bonus. So I would like to thank the generous sponsors of the food for that particular day. If I am not mistaken, they were the Juvian’s Catering and the couple , Joy and Paul Raymundo.You guys definitely cooked up a storm.

Our eating escapade did not end there. For lunch, Mr. Scribbles asked us all out to try Jimel’s Restaurant, a place which I suggested because I have heard many raves for it from my co-workers. We were awed by how both cozy and elegant the place was. It was a cross between a fine dining look and a casual eatery. They manage to blend both worlds beautifully.

Mr. Scribbles intently deciding what to eat

There’s us smiling despite our growling tummies. My little girl feeling like an adult.

I was not able to take photos of the food because we were all munching away afterwards. But it was a hearty and sumptuous lunch without a doubt. Oh my Filipino folks, when will I ever learn to cook as good as you do?

That weekend was totally out of routine . Being so cold the past days, the only time we really ever got to go out was for grocery trips and random errands.

Well..except for this guy with me. If it were not for him attending the mass since Monday, we might not be initiated to go out of bed that early Sunday morning.

He diligently wakes up at 3 am each morning, goes to mass at 4:30 and goes to work at 7:30 am. If he is as diligent as that, then what is my excuse?

So now, as I am writing this I realized that That Sunday was a meaning(full) one. It was a weekend full of activities but I don’t find myself as tired like some weekends before. Maybe because after me breaking down and some little hustles in my life the past days, I am getting back up now with a new perspective and more insights.

That Sunday was a great way to melt away the negativity which crept up to me the past days. It was a great little get away and a great little family bonding.

As the weeks starts today, I am here, back up on my feet and armed with some insights I have gathered in my mind over the weekend.

* Life is beautiful.
Stones will be thrown at me along the way, there will hustles and set backs, but these times are wonderful chances to grow and become better.

*Trials are God’s way to remind me that
I am well-loved and that I can still talk to him whether its about something big or small.

* God does not want us to suffer.
If there are events that are sometimes hard to understand, If we have lots of questions why things are or are not happening to us, it is not because God wants us to suffer.Everything might not be clear at the moment but they are all under one great plan that’s is made especially for us.

Now, despite all these, I cant still say for certain that I am totally composed and graceful.

Do I still have fears? yes

Do I still worry? I still do.

Do I get anxiuous about the future?Yes.

I am human after all. but knowing that there is a God that I can talk to and that I can trust him everyday is enough.

Every day, when I see my daughter run to my arms in the morning and my husband who kisses me while eyes are still shut in bed, I know that there is God who blessed me with these wonderful gifts.

And that’s such a reassuring fact.