multi-masking

Last Sunday, I received a “prayer box” from my SFC household head Irma. It’s the latest craze in SFC to date. Aside from giving tithes every month, we get to drop 1 peso for every prayer petition. When it’s all full, we’ll exchange it for bills, and the money will be collected (with a corresponding OR) and given to the Center for safekeeping.

For the longest time, I was never without 1-peso coins, but ironically, the day I brought it to the office to officially start my “Piso Per Petition” cause, I had 2 5-peso coins, a single peso coin, and tons of dimes. I knew I had a lot to pray for, and that single peso coin would not cover it.

Then I received this heartbreaking text from him. His daughter had high fever and tonsillitis.

There went that 1-peso coin.

I want to say that it was sincere, and that I was proud of myself having done something such as that, but as the day progressed, I felt like kicking myself. That text brought out the maternal instinct in me — he started me feeling all maternal towards a child that wasn’t my own, and of all the children in the world that weren’t my own, it just had to be that child. I hated that feeling. It was so new… and so foreign at the same time. It was so much like an out-of-the-body experience for me.

I feel like kicking myself.