An old man and his little granddaughter were sitting in the park. The weather was sunny, the air was still. They were both looking at the trees when the little girl said, “Grandpa, can those trees talk?”.
The old man nodded, “you bet they can.”“
“But, grandpa, they never do.”
“You’re right,” said the old man, they never do.”
“Why not, grandpa?”
The old man smiled, “They’re too busy.
The child stared at him, “Too busy, grandpa? What do they do?”
The old man paused for a moment. “You see honey,” he said, “Those trees give honor to God. They stand there and lift up their arms and praise God. That’s what they do all day – and all night.”
The child frowned, then smiled, then she nodded, and simply said, “Hmmm, isn’t that something!”
Yes that was really something isnt it? Those trees are really busy that it makes me realized that it was Sunday a few hours ago. But I didn’t had the chance to visit HIM… attended Mass I mean. I know it is my obligation as a Catholic, my bad really. I guess these past few months I was too busy with everything — and maybe even with nothing. Too busy with work, too busy with friends, too busy with stuff, too busy with my so called life… just simply busy enough to always forgot. Sometimes I do asked myself “Am I just to busy or maybe I am just keeping away?” Well, I have this thing that whenever I am there and talking to Him, I can’t help myself crying while praying. Yes! Silly me but that’s what I do. Seeing me is like two things, it’s either you’ll say what’s with her? Or feel sorry for her [Me].
Only He knows what’s inside my heart…
