Of Missed Chances.

I wasn't able to attend the Passion Manila concert last night. My P160 ticket sat idly in the bottom of my purse as I continued to stare at it. I wanted so badly to come... But I couldn't.

I knew in the back of my mind that if I asked for permission, my dad would say no. And if I continued to press the issue, it would be a cause for argument. So instead of trying, I just sat back and moped around last night.

Then when I woke up this morning, a lot of my friends on Facebook who happened to attend the concert were putting up statuses saying that they were blessed. I had this sad and nagging feeling that I should've been there, that I should've tried to ask for permission. I wanted to blessed so badly that I've forgotten that God is not only there in Araneta in that Passion concert, but He is also present everywhere that I go.

I need not go to the Passion concert to experience His blessing. His love overflows in every simple thing around me. And I must not take that for granted. When I realized this, I felt an inner sense of relief and peace flow through me.

As for the Passion concert? There's always next next year. In God's perfect time, I'll be able to attend. :)