Beautiful tears.

No. It’s not the time of the month, yet. But today specifically, I turn out to be so emotional and weak on the knees.

At 5 in the afternoon, I went to church to hear mass with family. It wasn’t just an ordinary day. It was the feast of Our Lady of Hope.

During the homily, the priest said so many beautiful and desolate recollections about the typhoon, which transpired 4 years ago. I couldn’t help but contemplate of my own memory and my own flashback about Typhoon Haiyan.

As he was reliving that very day and the countless miracles that he later discovered throughout stories and accounts of victims, I couldn’t help but feel so emotional that I shed a tear or two – beautiful tears.

Since that typhoon, I too, among many others have since detached from worldly things. I straightaway decide which is which – a want or a need. Since then, I have less doubts and little fear of the unknown. I’ve become strong and my faith has become deeper.

As we ended the mass, I couldn’t contain my sense of gladness. I thank the Lord that we were all kept safe. I thank Our Lady as well for all that I had during that day was my faith - I sang Hail Mary as I put Julia to slumber; Julia was 11 months old at that time.

So no. It’s not the time of the month just yet.

Its not your average type of day either.

Because exactly 4 years ago today, I have changed the way I live and see the world.

I shed a tear or two, but they are beautiful tears that have kept me grounded and my faith stronger.