I am not a regular church goer, I’ve had my fair share of things I did I’d rather forget.I am not perfect but I know I have faith. I guess I was just fortunate and blessed as well to grow up in a diverse family. It kind of helped hone who I am right now. I had a lot of happiness growing up, a lot of pain too and those memories help me get through each day even the worst ones.. One of my great influences is my dad, he prayed a lot. I always ask him “what are you praying for, you are the first one to get in Church and you are the last one to leave?” and he would just smile at me. But on several casual talks that we have he would always mention that he pray that when God decides to take him that it would be quick so he will not burden us with the responsibility of taking care of him. He also said that he doesn’t want to grow old, and what do you know God answered his prayers. Before that, years and years back. Him and my mom are together for two years already and they still got no child. My mom would always tell me that my dad never faltered and he kept on praying so God will bless him with children. They would go to Baclaran Church along Roxas Boulevard and pray the novena to Our Lady of Perpetual Help. And not long after they had me and two years after they had my brother. So with that, I know that I just have to keep the faith and keep believing that He knows exactly what I need and what is best for me and that He will give it in His perfect time. I guess I am still a work in progress but I know God will give me what is due and what He thinks is right for me. So I just have to leave it all up to Him and pray not for things to be easy but for more strength to endure what is happening and to see past the pain.