I’m at a point in my life where everything feels uncertain. Should I be a priest, a husband, or a single tito who just shows up with donuts and unsolicited advice (haha)? Should I pursue Theology and dive deeper into the mystery, or take up law like most of my idol blanos from seminary?
I never believed in signs, so I never asked God for one. But this desperation this sense of urgencyyy softens even the most stubborn and snobby hearts. So I asked—half-joking, half-serious—Kung di niya mabigay sa akin, Ikaw nalang po, Lord—joke!
But the heavens stayed silent. Or so I thought. Day after day, week after week, year after year, I carried on—dragging my feet through formation, my heart heavy, still waiting for some kind of divine billboard to show up and tell me what to do.
And yet, I was wrong.
God did not answer with fireworks or visions. Instead, He opened my eyes.
He made me notice what had always been there: a strong support system, a family that never wavered—my nanay, my tatay, my not so little sister whose quiet support steadied me more than she knows and also to the woman who once made me feel loved and heard. He gave me a community that laughed, cried, and prayed with me. Friends who stayed. Parishioners who cared. Children whose joy taught me more than any theology and spiritual books ever could.
I saw Him in the smiles of the kids I taught, in my kulitans with the altar servers in my apostolate areas, in the whispered rosaries of our lolas and titas, and in the shared funny moments with the parish staff and alsooo my very very bad and very very good experiences in my apostolate assignments. I saw Him in the silence of the Blessed Sacrament, where I once begged Him for clarity—realizing that silence wasn’t indifference—it was invitation. A call to see the sacred in the ordinary. A challenge to trust not in answers, but in Presence.
So yes, I may still be uncertain. I still do not know exactly where I’m going. But I know this much: I am not alone.
And perhaps that is the assurance I had been asking for all along—not a map, but a Companion. Not clarity, but communion.
So I move forward, not because everything is certain, but because He is near. And that is enough.
For in the end, what more can a soul ask for than this—to walk into the unknown, with a quiet peace, and the full weight of love behind him?
by: Sem. Ric Bernard Galo Anacio
AB-Classical Philosophy (Discipleship Stage) IV
Published via Facebook: 17 June 2025
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