Prologue: Our 'Epic' Journey to Oriental Mindoro

One time we were having dinner, I told them maybe we should all visit each of our hometown. You know, because I'd be leaving soon and I want to at least have a chance to visit their places. At first, I was half-joking. But since they all seemed excited at the idea, we already set a date for it: Holy Week. 

I suggested we should go to Albert's hometown as the main destination of our trip because it's far (haha). Of course we wanted to do it properly so we all agreed that each of us should pray for it (May Word ka na ba?) and pray for provision early on.

Initially, I had to chide Albert that we're serious about going to their home for the holiday so that he won't think we're just kidding when we said that. But eventually, the idea that we're all going to Mindoro for the holiday was set on our minds that whenever we're asked if we're doing something during the Holy Week, we'd say we'll be in Albert's place by then. #byfaith

The first time I prayed for it though was on March 2, haha. I asked God if He could perhaps allow all of us to go to Albert's during the Holy Week and to give us provisions for the whole trip. It was a request that we be allowed to go -- not just for fun though, but to also share the Gospel to Albert's family. I was surprised that I immediately got His Word about it:

"For the Lord God is a sun and shield; 

the Lord bestows favor and honor; 

no good thing does he withhold 

from those whose walk is blameless."
Psalm 84:11

Cool! I told them I already got Word that we can definitely go and Albert said he, too, already got a Word that he can go home during the Holy Week. (Because he doesn't usually go home.) Not long after that, I heard Dan also got a Word from God. By then, we're already very confident that the plan is really going to happen (even when we didn't have the money yet). Ronnie was still worried though because he's still waiting for his Word and whenever we'd get together, he'd say that perhaps it'd be just the rest of us who are allowed to go. Maybe it's just me but I really wanted to shake him every time I'd hear him say that and shout: "Welivebyfaithandnotbysight!" (hehe, sorry bro) But thank God for self-control.

Yeah, he ended up going with us in the end. Because he got his Word at the last minute. I know right?