Saturday, March 16, 2013


Today we went to Glorietta with Sophia's grandparents. We were there to celebrate God's love along with hundreds of people who believe in healing through hearing God's word. It's Sophia's second time attending a healing mass.

Yey! Gotta see Father Suarez!

Like the first time, we had to sit in the children's section. The loudspeaker was right in front of us and inspirational music was blaring from it. It's not that I have problems with the music nor am I complaining, but I asked several organizers if it's possible for us to transfer seats. I have seen Sophia covering her ears for about five times every twenty minutes or so and on several instances she shrieked like a wounded animal. The organizers were quite understanding and pleasant, but there were no available seats anymore. Good thing that after a quick roam and some fries at McDonald's, Sophia eased up.

Sensory Overload

During the mass, I let Sophia use the phone so that she can play with apps and just behave. She didn't want her own seat and wouldn't leave my lap. Aww, the baby's acting sweet. Maybe she really wanted to stay on my lap in case she wanted me to cover her ears. (Yes, I have recently discovered that she likes it a lot if I help cover her ears for her while she rests her head on my chest.)

Just then I noticed a little boy trying to get Sophia's attention. Sophia was ignoring him as he passed, ran, skipped infront of her. Madame Sophia just keep mucking around with her iPhone. After a while, I noticed Sophia wasn't really focusing on her games anymore and was looking at the kid out of the corner of her eye. I took the phone from her and set her down, then watched in amazement as she slowly, shyly walked to the kid. Within minutes, they were two noisy, running, shrieking, jumping kids. They weren't talking, but I could swear I've noticed that they were trying to communicate through their eyes.

The people could only look and scowl at Sophia and her friend. I could feel some of them staring at me, but I didn't care. I was so happy, I couldn't keep myself from beaming. Imagine, my little girl was happily playing with a kid she just met! (And I didn't have to force her!) It could seem a typical thing for these people to see their kids playing with other kids, but to me seeing my kid at it wasn't. And I thought to myself, "no offense God, it isn't my intention to be disrespectful. But I need to give it to her this time. Just once." They could be thinking that I was such a lax mother for allowing my kid behave that way through a mass, but I knew God understood. I was just beaming and laughing while saying thanks to Him for this miracle.

It was a breakthrough. A miracle. A sure sign that my daughter's multi-therapies are working. A proof that my daughter is catching up. This is a big improvement. Oh thank you, Papa G. ♥

Playful Sophia

After the mass, people lined up so that they can be healed through Father Suarez's touch. While not all people in the world believe in a "healing mass", there are billions who do. Many people attest that they are healed through attending a healing mass. Even people who watch live on TV and those who watch clips on Youtube attest that they feel better after.

I believe in it. For me it's just about putting your trust in the Lord that He will ease your burden. It's just about having faith in Him.

Below is a very short video of Sophia being touched by Father Suarez. You just have to fix your eyes on the upper right corner of the projection board and you will see us.

So that's about our day. From sensory overload to playful and noisy Sophia to Father Suarez pinching her nose. The healing mass might be over but the faith in our hearts will be with us wherever we go.

Are you sleeping, babe?


  1. My son is starting to interact with kid's his own age. It's weird coz he likes to interact with adults. Good job, Sophia!!

    1. This is awesome! Well, since I'm a bit late in responding to your comment here, I bet Luc is doing really great by now! Playing catch up with you, email just sent. :)


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