It has been six months since I have predominantly been away from home. Although I mentioned in my previous post that Iām fortunate enough to visit twice a month, there isn’t a day that goes by without missing my wife and kids. The first few weeks were particularly tough. I’ve always been very close to my children. My eldest, who is nearly twelve, is actively involved in a regular basketball camp, and it has been part of our routine that I would drop him off and pick him up. His younger brother, who is almost three, and I had our special morning and evening routines. Despite the distance, I consider myself lucky to return home every month and during long holidays.
I’m currently pursuing a graduate course in AI at a university more than 500 miles away. When I’m not attending classes, I spend my time at the church. I often pray the rosary, say my prayers before bed, and recite my morning prayers upon waking. If I find some spare time, I immerse myself in the Bible, read the Catechism of the Catholic Church, and watch related online videos. This has become my daily routine, and I cherish it deeply. God’s presence has been a constant source of strength, helping me combat anxiety, homesickness, loneliness, and similar emotions. He is the reason I am able to persevere each day. My experience is beautifully encapsulated in Psalm 91:1-2: “Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord – He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
Last two photos are in celebration of the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes at Sta. Maria della Strada grotto in Quezon City. First two photos are from the same parish.
