Missing Dad

Dad died last January 13, 2020. A day after the TAAL eruption. How can I forget? I can picture his last hours and things are never the same. Coping with our lost, we cling to God’s promise to never leave us nor forsake us. The baby steps of grieving and moving on becomes harder and harder.

But due to the pandemic, his death is a testing of our faithfulness to God. I realized what Dad kept on saying to us… to me… Blessing is an inch away from testing. It’s true.

I may kept on missing Dad but things just work out according to God’s plan.

Thank you Dad for your life. I may not see your smiles but these kept in my heart.  For Life. I love you.

Please intercede with us as we face tomorrow with God’s mission through your example.