The latter part of May was difficult. I found myself questioning so many things. I cried almost everyday during the month of May. I felt so lost and I was emotionally tired.
I’ve always wanted to join WYC ever since i became part of the MFC community but my parents never allowed me back then. When i knew about the congress this year, i told my mom around April about it and she said “pwede ra”. My heart leapt with excitement. But almost immediately, I faced an obstacle. I asked permission from my father two weeks before the WYC, and he didn’t allow me to go at first. He said, “kung dili sa Bohol, dko mo sugot”. I somehow accepted that I really couldn’t go but I still prayed. I asked Him to open doors if it was His will, and slowly, He did. Two days after saying no, my dad talked to me and told me to book a flight (After he said no, I never brought up WYC again and didn’t try to persuade him, because I understood he was worried about me traveling far alone due to my heart disease. That’s why I was shocked when he brought it up again). My father gave his blessing, and even though I was nervous, I took a leap of faith and boarded that plane alone. No companions, no familiar faces—just me and God.
The theme of the World Youth Congress was all about having God as our anchor to hope. I felt like God was speaking directly to me. It was exactly what I needed to hear in this season of my life. In a time when I felt like I was drifting, God reminded me that He is my steady anchor, the One who holds me firm through every storm. Every talk, every worship, every quiet prayer moment felt like His personal message to my weary heart. There was not a single day at WYC that I didn’t cry. My tears weren’t just from sadness—they were tears of release, of surrender, of joy, of finally coming home to the One who never left.
Truly, God is good.
