My youngest daughter Chiara had her Youth Camp and today was her last day in the camp.
We were requested to attend the last session, and as my schedules permitted it, we drove to her school where the sessions had been held.
Upon reaching the place, we were asked to make our letters to our dear daughter. I had no particular message for her as she has been a very good daughter to me. Not perfect...but really good!
Then we were asked to go to the gym where they are holding their last session. "Paiyakan" talaga, and everyone , almost was crying, including those that are facilitating, parents of facilitators in the background. Except me. I was just happy and smiling as this is the third time I've been in the same situation. Even Chiara was sobbing and crying. And when they were asked to look at who are at their backs, of course the more she cried and she hugged us.
When it was time for sharing, several kids had their sharing and some parents as well. Till finally, they asked for another final volunteer. Guess what, Chiara volunteered. Instantly I felt great and tears welled in my eyes. She just had stood up and not said any word yet. Then she mumbled and fumbled some words and then she thank her facilitators and sat down. The lady besides me did not understand anything from what she say. But I did, I was so happy.
I contemplated about it and knew why I was happy. I was listening not with my ears but with my heart. My ears also did not clearly heard and understood what she said, but my heart did!
I guess that is how the Lord listen to us His children. We mumble our prayers sometimes, we gripe and shoot tantrums but our God understands even before we open our mouths in prayers for I'm sure He listens with His loving heart!
God bless us all!
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