27/11/2025
Nuestra Señora de Regla
On the midnight of November 10,
as Typhoon Uwan crept into Cebu
and the wounds of Tino were still fresh,
I dreamed of walking with a young girl
toward the church of Birhen sa Regla.
She was excited—
a first-time pilgrim,
radiant with wonder.
We attended Mass,
and I spoke words of guidance
that felt heaven-sent. (Like I was being a mother to or Ate to her)
When I woke, the dream lingered—
vivid, real, like a call.
Days later, on November 12,
while I was on duty,
I learned the fluvial parade for her feast
had just begun.
Only then did I discover
her fiesta was on November 21.
And my heart whispered,
She called me before I even knew the date.
So I attended her second novena Mass,
“Hoped for the Abandoned.”
I had no plans to return—
I was planning to watch the FB live Masses
to save on fare.
I truly had nothing to spare.
But something inside me kept urging,
and I found myself at her seventh novena.
Again I said,
“This is my last. I will just attend on her feast day,
since I have no money left.”
Yet the next morning,
inside a forgotten pocket,
I found 60 pesos—
just enough to go to her.
Not coincidence.
Provision.
Mama Mary did it.
💙🤍🤍🤍🤍💙
During her vesperas,
I arrived late;
the crowds were overwhelming.
Our ferry paused at sea
because so many were traveling to her.
I felt discouraged:
"I am too late…"
But as we touched the ramp,
fireworks burst into the sky—
a radiant welcome back.
And the moment I found a seat,
the next Mass began.
Perfect timing.
Perfect grace.
In that moment I knew:
Delay is not rejection—
it is redirection.
🤍💙💙💙💙🤍
On her feast day,
I hoped to attend the Mass
celebrated by Bishop Abet.
But the lines were impossibly long,
stretching beyond what my hope could carry.
I whispered,
“Mama Mary,
if I cannot attend the bishop’s Mass,
let me at least attend one Mass
in your honor.”
I surrendered the rest.
Yet when I reached the church,
the bishop’s Mass had not begun.
It started later—
right as I found a place to stand, Kay puni najud kaayu ang mga bangko maong ni barug ko sa kilid Kay daghan Ra man pud ang nag barug.
Right as I arrived.
Mao to init pajud kaayu akong uniform nga business suite attire for our intern uniform, nag long sleeve blazer, inner nga blouse then slacks. Wala Ra man pud ko gi bati ug ka igang Kay naa man Koy pay², Ako pa Gani mo pay² sa akong mga naa sa kilid
Kay igang man jud pud ang sulod sa simbahan
labi na daghan pud nag barug sa sulod.
Naka ingon dagway tong mga naka kita naku, "Wala uroy ni Siya gi igang sa iyang gi sout , Kay daghan man jud pud ang naligo na sa singot sa ka alimout gud.
Ako Kay kaloy'an Wala Ra.
Like fresh Ra akong pamati.
Bisag layo ko sa electric fan. Naa got mo sikit naku Arun maigo sa hangin sa akong pay². Ako Raman pud Sila apilon ug pay² Kay louya baya.
Maong nag uniform ko daan Kay Aron mo Lahos naku sa akong gi OJThan gud. So mao to blessed and memorable kaayu nga pista sa Berhin sa regla nga akong nasinati.
A miracle woven in time.
A mother’s gentle way of saying:
"I never denied you.
I simply guided your steps."
