The past few days have been heavy.
I processed Papa's retirement papers so I had to travel to his workplace back and forth in a total of 4-5 hours.
I worked at 10pm until 5am. Thank God for understanding manager who allowed to adjust my working schedules for my current situation.
After my shift, I had to prepare to catch the bus at 5:30am. During my first trip, it got very overwhelming. I was alone, as if I was in Papa's shoes, travelling to work. It was just Day-1, but I felt his journey for 30 years.
Papa was loved by his workmates. They were kind and treated me well. Almost all the people I met knew him and asked about how he's doing. I felt their concerns and sympathy. I was thankful for them and felt proud, Papa is a good man.
I went home and felt tired. Could it be because of the lack of sleep? Or could it be because I got a glimpse of Papa's daily grind? I wish I massaged his legs and back when he's home. I wish I spent time asking him how was his day. I wish I understood him when I was younger.
The past few days have been heavy.
Hearty asked me today, "are you still praying everyday?"
I didn't answer.
I actually have stopped praying.
I don't know what to pray anymore. It's been very heavy that it's hard to collect my thoughts.
But today, God talked to me... I'm still up at 1:40am, trying to catch up with my backlogs at work. But here He is, talking to me...
When you've prayed every prayer
That you know how to pray
Just remember the Lord will hear
And the answer is on its way
Our God is able
He is mighty
He is faithful
(And) He never sleeps He never slumbers
He never tires of hearing our prayer
When we are weak He becomes stronger
So rest in His love and cast all of your cares
On Him
Father, thank You. Please fill my heart with joy despite the pain.