To be honest, I didn’t think I would make it to WYC this year. I didn’t have everything I needed, but God showed me He was more than enough.
At first, everything felt impossible. I didn’t even have transportation. While everyone around me was getting excited and planning their trips, I was stuck in silence, pretending I was okay with being left behind. Deep inside, it hurt. I wanted to be there. I longed to worship again with thousands of other youth, to feel that fire in my heart that only WYC can spark. But reality hit me hard, I simply didn’t have the means. Still, I kept praying. Not the kind of prayer that expects a miracle, but the kind that’s just desperate and honest. “Lord, kung para talaga ito sa akin, Ikaw na po ang bahala.” I had no control over the situation anymore, so I surrendered. And you know what? God moved.
Little by little, help came. People I didn’t expect reached out. Friends supported me, some even without me asking for it. It was like God was whispering, “I want you there. I’ve already made a way.” That moment changed everything. The hopelessness turned into excitement. I realized I wasn’t being forgotten, I was being led. And when I finally arrived at WYC, I couldn’t stop smiling. The moment I saw the crowd, the waving flags, the flashing lights, the vibrant chants, my heart screamed with joy. “I’m here, Lord! I made it!” But I knew, deep down, that it wasn’t by my own doing. It was all His grace. Worshipping with thousands of youth, raising my hands without shame, I’ve never felt more alive. I wasn’t just attending an event; I was having an encounter. An encounter with God, with my purpose, and with who I really am
