August 27th.
It was a day I was looking forward to. It wasn't because it was just a retreat. It's not about taking a break from school life. It was for one reason only...it was the opportunity I was waiting for to reconnect with God. Ask anyone, they would tell you it was about me re-establishing my spiritual relationship. I am so caught up with everything around me that I had forgotten to make time for the Lord. This is why I wanted to go through with this retreat. Regardless of the fact that we had two other classes with us, I was still looking forward to this retreat. Bottom line: I wanted this retreat to be something I could look back and smile about when the time comes.
That wasn't exactly the case.
Here's the thing. The fact that I was getting this opportunity to spend quiet time with God was something I needed with everything that's happening to me. Then add the fact that I was going to the retreat with my other circle of friends, the Fine Arts people. So it got me really excited.
Unfortunately, nothing was how I imagined everything to be in this retreat. Was it better? Sad to say, it was not.
I never really got to contemplating on how my life and my relationship with God was. Why? Because all I could hear in the background were voices. A few number of voices, drowning out the supposed serenity of the conference room. It was annoying. Disturbing. Frustrating. People can't seem to grasp that this was a retreat. It wasn't some pure bonding moments with your group of friends. It was supposed to be your time with God. I know that's the reason I was there in Tagaytay. There are just these people who seemed to take it for granted...the time with God, I mean.
From morning, until night, I could hear the same voices. Over and over again, all I heard was BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! Oh and when it comes to singing...how could these people find it relieving and prayerful if they're making a fool out of themselves singing a song as if it was a nursery rhyme?!
At the end of the day, I was frustrated. I wanted to forget what happened that day. All I wanted then and there was to sleep on the nice bed with the thoughts that hopefully, the second day would be better.
It was a day I was looking forward to. It wasn't because it was just a retreat. It's not about taking a break from school life. It was for one reason only...it was the opportunity I was waiting for to reconnect with God. Ask anyone, they would tell you it was about me re-establishing my spiritual relationship. I am so caught up with everything around me that I had forgotten to make time for the Lord. This is why I wanted to go through with this retreat. Regardless of the fact that we had two other classes with us, I was still looking forward to this retreat. Bottom line: I wanted this retreat to be something I could look back and smile about when the time comes.
That wasn't exactly the case.
Here's the thing. The fact that I was getting this opportunity to spend quiet time with God was something I needed with everything that's happening to me. Then add the fact that I was going to the retreat with my other circle of friends, the Fine Arts people. So it got me really excited.
Unfortunately, nothing was how I imagined everything to be in this retreat. Was it better? Sad to say, it was not.
I never really got to contemplating on how my life and my relationship with God was. Why? Because all I could hear in the background were voices. A few number of voices, drowning out the supposed serenity of the conference room. It was annoying. Disturbing. Frustrating. People can't seem to grasp that this was a retreat. It wasn't some pure bonding moments with your group of friends. It was supposed to be your time with God. I know that's the reason I was there in Tagaytay. There are just these people who seemed to take it for granted...the time with God, I mean.
From morning, until night, I could hear the same voices. Over and over again, all I heard was BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! Oh and when it comes to singing...how could these people find it relieving and prayerful if they're making a fool out of themselves singing a song as if it was a nursery rhyme?!
At the end of the day, I was frustrated. I wanted to forget what happened that day. All I wanted then and there was to sleep on the nice bed with the thoughts that hopefully, the second day would be better.
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