Hello Son,
Yesterday, Saturday, 8th of January, 2022 ...
Dad and Mom served in church. Yup, You heard right.
The last time we stepped into St Francis Church was sometime in March 2020.
Almost 2 years ago.
Then the pandemic broke out ... lockdown started in March 2020 ... and to make a really long story not so long, it has been online mass for your Mom and Dad ever since.
Sigh, even that was not regular, as sometimes we'd just miss it.
Bad.
So anyway, when Aunty C mentioned last week, that the church team were looking for volunteers to serve, and whether your parents would be willing to help ...
Mom said, "of course."
Dad and Mom would be most happy to serve. We really have not been looking at how to register ourselves to attend masses physically in church and thought it was the perfect opportunity to go to church without the hassle of trying to find out how to register first.
So we were gonna be serving at the 6:30 pm mass on Saturday.
8/1/2022
Also, your parents have a lot to be thankful about ... first week at school went by very smoothly and on Friday (7th), we had presented the children with a little toy each.
A construction toy ... not unlike Lego.
Cheaper than Lego.
Still, the quality is pretty awesome despite the cheaper price.
Timing was perfect.
It had been a really good week, so it should follow that we give our thanks by serving in church the next day.
Pause.
Did You plan for that, Son?
To bring Mom and Dad back to church?
We have been to SFX for ... gosh, as long as we can remember ... and not once has anyone ever asked your dad or mom to help out in church.
It's about time, Ma ...
Your mother hears You ...
It's gonna be a special day indeed.
Your parents' first day back in church since March 2020.
Saturday, 8/1/2022
Saturday was your farewell. Your sent-off.
8 : that's 44
21st was the day you breathe your last breath.
22 : that's 4
44 21 4
Clearly an invitation from YOU, Son ...
all the way from HEAVEN.
21 444
All your angel numbers are staring at mom in her face.
Your mother can literally FEEL your presence.
You must have seen Mom hug herself with a big, big smile on her face.
Her favourite numbers tend to give her that effect.
Haha.
ZAP ZAP ZAP.
So anyway, Saturday came (that was yesterday).
Dad and Mom were asked to be in church for briefing 90 minutes before the mass started.
90 minutes.
No joke.
Oh by the way, your mother was assigned HM8 duties, and Dad, HM3.
One of the team ministers sent a text to Mom informing this.
(HM : Hospitality Ministers)
In the car on the way to church, Mom said to Dad, "You are number 3 and I am number 8. Sang and Fatt."
SANG and FATT.
Grin.
Prosperous numbers.
Pause ...
Looking out of the window to reflect ...
Oh, who are we kidding?
HM8 ???
Seriously???
Of all the numbers that Mom could have gotten, she got the number 8?
Why, that was clearly
like CLEARLY ...
SO VERY CLEARLY ...
number 44.
You know, and Mom knows ... and Dad knows ... because Mom couldn't stop talking about it.
Like, what are the chances???
"Can You see that my Son is inviting me to serve? OMG ..."
At the church, one of the team leaders came to brief Mom.
Another briefed Dad ... Dad was helping out at the confession section.
So anyway, Mom was supposed to help at the entrance of the church ... parishioners would show their seat numbers, and Mom would take them to their seats ... there was a floor plan and all ... the girl who was explaining to your mother, showed an example.
She said, " Now, let's say, if a person comes in and shows you the number MR 44 ..."
Silence.
Pause.
Did You hear that?
Omg.
Mom found herself holding her breath and straightening up.
Omg.
Seriously???
Did she say 44???
Of all the numbers that she could have uttered, she uttered 44???
Your mother held on to that sweet moment as long as she could.
Then, the lady said, "Come, walk with me ... let me show you ..."
So Mom walked with her ... up to the front of the church ... MR 44 was apparently towards the RIGHT front portion of the church ... Mom looked at the numbers on the pews ... descending in order as we continued walking ...
"There ..." said the lady, as she pointed to MR44.
You must have seen your mother trying not to grin too widely.
She was ecstatic.
She could have done a lil jig right there in church ... but she maintained her composure.
OMGosh, Daniel, how do You do it???
44???
The first number that greeted your mother in church was number 44???
That was a clear and loud,
HELLO Ma ...
all the way from Heaven.
That was awesome, Daniel.
Thank you, Son, for always making your presence felt.
We miss You and love You very much.
Watch over Justine and keep her safe.
Talk to You in a bit. Keep the ZAPS coming.
Mom
