It’s the wee hours of the morning and once again I’m writing…
I just finished editing the student writers’ articles. My body clamors for the refreshing power of sleep but that would have to wait until my husband comes to fetch me and bring me home. It won’t be long, he’ll be here in an hour. I already miss my bed terribly.
I’ve been working with my student writers since Thursday and sleep is a luxury for me these days. This is my price to pay for loving writing and writers.
So with my tasks done and the writers busy with their own tasks in our office, I’m left with nothing else to do but write some more. And maybe what I’ll write about is a little creepy, but believe me I’ve never felt more comforted.
I was feeling a little lonely at around midnight…so I played Psalm 91,a very beautiful and comforting song. I listened to its promise of protection and special blessing of a long life. And then, a big brown butterfly flew in the room and hovered over me. I felt afraid at first. And then I remembered. This happened twice before…
The night when I got the call that my father passed away, a big brown butterfly came and hovered over me while I cried and waited for the morning to come so I could go home to Dulag to be with my family. And then at another time when I was missing my father so much, I had the same visitor.
And now, I am not afraid anymore. I’d like to think it’s a guardian angel assuring me of his presence and protection.