Normally, I would be doing nothing much on Good Friday. Good Friday meant watching the siete palabras on TV and listening to the reflections given by priests. It also meant reflecting on my life as well and doing some silent soul searching. My mom and I would also usually catch the recollections given at different parishes like Mary the Queen and Sanctuario de San Jose in Greenhills. It was how I’ve always spent my holy week and how I wanted my holy week to be.
This year’s a bit different from the previous years though. I’m swamped with so many things to do, mostly updating our business’s records and packing for our Ilocos trip. Today is the only day I can catch up on “work” and I’m left with no choice. Part of me feels like I’m missing something. That part yearns for the traditions I grew up with and the rituals I’m comfortable with. But change has caught me unaware and I’m here to face it.
This afternoon I’ll be pausing for some silencing, just to remind myself of my reason and purpose for being and to thank Him for giving me life.