God’s Voice in the Nudges

I’ve been having a really tough time since last week. Actually, the whole Easter Season has just been that–tough. Dry. Empty. Desolation-filled. Weird, to say the least. I don’t know (but at the same time, I kind of knew this was coming–yet again…haha, what’s new?😂). And this week was no different, nay–it’s probably the worst. I’m just…drained–spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically. So after having a really tough Monday, I just said to myself, “enough with it, I need some rest, especially spiritually.” And and as much as I know that the devil is in play in what I’m going through, I know, too, that God would understand if I take a break from just a few weekday Masses. So on Tuesday, I did not attend Mass. I just went to a quick visit in the Adoration Chapel in the morning then that’s it.

But last Wednesday, May 6th, was different. You see, I’ve grown a devotion to St. Joseph since 2024. I’m not so sure how it actually started, and I didn’t really have any special intention or whatsoever, but I don’t know…I was just drawn to him. Or should I say he, Papa Joseph, drew me in (of course, real men make the first move after all haha!🤣) So since 2024, I see to it that I attend Wednesday Masses in honor of him.

But like I said, this week has been tough and I honestly just felt okay to miss a weekday Mass twice in a row–even a Wednesday Mass. But then, there was…a nudge. It’s probably my Guardian Angel whispering to me, “Why don’t you attend Mass today?” “Hmmm…Okay, fine. I will attend Mass. But where? In St. Joseph Church, 20 minutes from home? Nahh…I’ll just attend here at our parish. To save fuel too haha.”

And lo and behold, I found out why God was nudging me to go to Mass last Wednesday…and in that specific church! Here’s why:

It was because on that day, one of the only 6 statues in the world of the International Centennial Pilgrim Image of the Our Lady of Fatima visited our parish! It wasn’t even announced! Had I not been there, I wouldn’t have seen it!😊 We prayed the enthronement to the Two Hearts of Jesus & Mary and the sisters of the congregation gave us new Brown Scapulars! What a blessing! 🥰

But…that’s not all that happened…as I was chit-chatting with some fellow parishioners at the patio, I excused myself and went back inside. I couldn’t kneel in front of the image earlier as there had been a lot people circling it, praying, and taking pictures, so this time I went back in and I took some time to say my prayers in front of our Blessed Mother when almost everyone had gone out. 🥰

And here comes the best part…☺️ As I was leaving, I approached one of the postulants of the congregation and asked her something. And I kid you not, as I write this now, I can tell you in all honestly that I’ve completely forgotten what it was that I had asked. 😂 What I can only remember is what she had asked me:

“Are you the umm…like umm…journalist here in this parish?”

Huh?? I answered cluelessly.

“Umm…I don’t know how to call it…blogger? public something?” she replied.

“Huh?? Me?? No…I’m just an ordinary individual. Haha. Thanks so much again.”

Then off I go.

As I was walking towards my car, I thought to myself, “What could have given her the impression that I’m some sort of a journalist or PR something? Haha.”

Then when I got home it hit me…“wait a minute…ahh…oh my…Haha! I see what you did there, Ma, I see what you did there. Thank you…thank you…”

I realized the postulant’s question wasn’t a confusion. It was a confirmation that God has truly called me to a mission.

It’s like Mama Mary was saying, “Whatever it is you’ve thought of doing, daughter, just go do them all. Don’t ever doubt that I’ve called you. Just go all in. just…GO. You got this, and we got you. Just GO, daughter. Just GO.”

It was only later on, too, that I realized it was the first Wednesday of the month–a day dedicated to the Most Chaste Heart of St. Joseph. It was probably him also that nudged me to attend Mass at our parish to receive that confirmation and consolation from his Blessed Spouse. He knew I badly needed one. Thank you, Papa. It’s like he was saying, “I’m just always here. I got you. Let’s get to work!”