Lately, I have been feeling like I do not have a father, a protector of the family. How is a father supposed to be like, I wonder.
Last night, I was attempting to pray at Our Lady of Peace. It was difficult. At some point, I was finally able to hear the quiet. And somehow, my eyes wandered over to the right side of the church and I saw St. Joseph. Sometimes, it is the small moments like this in which God speaks to us.