Exactly twelve months before, I came here with a heavy heart. At that time I had almost forgotten the meaning of joy and was moping around with days spent likened to a directionless soul. It was not like a dead-end unhappiness I was feeling, but more to like outright dead flat down emotions.
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| St Anne's old church in Bukit Mertajam, Penang |
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| St Anne's new church - just next to the old church |
Things weren’t going as the way I had wanted during that period. And when it further involved person(s), it makes healing a little more complicated, harder and takes a longer period of time.
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| Mary at the grotto |
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Inside the new church
Here where I had placed my wishes, hopes and aspirations to Him
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That time, at the church of St Anne’s and at the grotto, I was praying fervently to Mother Mary and lastly to the good Lord. Prayers which was pretty much more like telling, asking, demanding Him to take away and erase the heaviness in me. My heart.
I had hoped for an instant healing.
How silly.
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| Lord Jesus' grandmother ; Holy Mother Mary's mother ~ our St Anne (left) |
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| St Anne's grotto |
Now twelve months after, it’s a testament of the phrase ‘time will heal’. And it did heal. Though it took many months.
This year - I stood before the same Perpetual Mary & our good Lord again. But this time however – I was feeling blissful. I was feeling contentment. I was feeling joy. And I had not forgotten to thank the Lord for the many times He had helped to carry my cross so that my burden wouldn’t be too heavy on me.
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| Flower offerings and prayers at Mary's grotto |
I told Him I could feel His presence all the time during my hard days. I told Him I’m grateful. I told Him I will live life better from now. I bowed and I thanked Him again.
