A subtle, cool thing happened to me today, (cuz you know how I like those subtle stuff).

I woke up early as usual, got up and went to the basement of the only 24 hour building on campus to get a few hours of studying in. This middle-aged woman walks in through the doors and she smiles at me as she walked by, just like a normal regular person. Though people don't usually do that, since the basement is more of a study area, I don't know, its just people don't say hi when they are down here.

Then in the middle of studying, a decent-sized meeting ended at about 10 AM in one of the rooms in the basement, the doors open, people started talking forgetting it was a study area as well (which got me irritated, but thats okay). One of the persons from the meeting came up to me and offered me some breakfast food because they had a lot leftover. I never hesitate with food, so I got up and went to the meeting room. People were piling out and the lady that smiled at me earlier was also offered food and started making small conversation with me.

Then our conversation furthered and lead to religion. It turns out we knew similar people and I visited her parish a few times and that she probably saw at mass a few times before. And the strangest thing happened.
She asked me if I was ever considering a vocation to the religious life.

And it stopped me right there, because; to be honest, I haven't really though about it in a while. Maybe its because I am dating someone, or maybe its because I just got sick of serving my Church community here, playing guitar, directing the past college retreat; after the closing of the retreat in November, I guess i just stopped thinking about it.

She was smiling after a remark I made, it was kind of awkward for a few seconds
And she told me that she has been considering entering a convent, the only problem is that she has 2 children and that nun's sort of have a problem with that.

After that, I had to pick up my car at the shop because I had to fix something up.
And I decided to stop by one of the nicest Blessed Sacrament Chapels I have ever seen in St. Peter and Paul Church in Naperville, IL.

I meditated, read and prayed and thought about my vocation.

I admit, I have been selfish the past few months.
I have been so concerned about me and making sure that I get into medical school and that my Mcats turn out okay.

But during that time in prayer, I realize that I still have a vocation, whether I get married or not,
God has moved me so much through out these past 2 1/2 years.

Even if things don't turn out the way I want them to,
Everything always ends up okay. Everything always ends up the way its suppose to.

It's funny, because the older lady and I agreed heavily with that phrase.

Well,
it was just a moving experience for me. I love those subtle experiences because they always come the moments you least expect them to. And also, it was a good thing my car had to go in the shop, because I actually have been appreciating the times I have been walking to mass or the the Elderly home I volunteer in.
And lastly, it also proves- the greatest existence of God can be found in people; despite what horrible things people have the potential to do.

It's really cool how things just workout the way they do.
Especially during the times that you least expect it.

She's  more than I could really ask for right now. It's been  a blessing, and it makes me want to work even harder than how I already am. Time is definitely not on our side, but you know what.... I don't really seem to care. I mean those thoughts do seem to creep up on me, when I am holding her, and she starts to fall asleep, but, you know, I'm in this for all the right intentions.
It reminds me of this verse...

"Study the generations long past and understand; has anyone hoped in the LORD and been disappointed? Has anyone persevered in his fear and been forsaken? has anyone called upon him and been rebuffed?" -Sirach 2:10

It's pretty much all about letting it flow, letting it go; find time to spend with each other, yet, do what we have to do.

I don't know about Love yet though.

But you do start to learn a lot more. I thought I learned a lot when I was single, but it turns out, you learn a lot more as well when you are with someone.
I tend to always wonder about some of my friends who have steady, serious girl friends. They would do unbelievably obnoxious things, probably even during weird times of the day, just to make her happy. I used to find that a waste of time and absolutely stupid (well not really, but to a point).

But then, I found out, I would do exactly the same. I can say no, and I have the will to say no if I need to, but it seems as if, I take pleasure in doing things for her. I enjoy making her life easy. I love making her feel special and getting her to understand that I'll do whatever I can with what little I had.

I was praying in the Blessed Sacrament today, and this thought came to mind and totally reminded me of my Love for God.
It really does start to seem like you are beginning to mimic that Love you have for God for someone else. You really start to learn about Agape Love; doing all things for nothing in return.

It does sound kind of wrong to say, but you know what, how could it be?

God made love so complicated, so mysterious, so... dramatic.
It's so difficult because to learn about how to love fully, you have to experience both sides of the field; from the bench and in action.

But then, once you put away the questions, put away the drama, put away the complication of Love; it's true natural form remains.

It will become something you won't even have to think about. It will become a force that stands on its own.

I truly believe that by having the right intentions, at all times, things will always work out for the better.

Problems can occur, failure may arise and every single detail of a person's life can go wrong;
but Love will still remain.

It's suppose to take you out of this world, into a little heaven of your own.

I think God purposely created (romantic) Love, so that he could remind us that heaven really does exist.

    Subtle words, subtle actions and subtle movement often bring out the best results.
Wise words, chosen times, faithful patience allows the foundations to be set, allows time to play, allows our minds to think.
            Often people say that our lives are short and that God has only allowed us to live at most 100 years on this earth, but the boy has found that time really does not matter. Time will always come. Time will sadly go, but its essence, its memory, its suchness, its affect will never leave. Time will past, but time will always leaves its mark, time never fails to show its existence and its inability to hide forever. Time will never come back, but it can never disguise its past affects in the present. This is what the boy wants to hold on to.  This is what the boy wants to remember.
            Time will always come, time will always past and time will leave its mark.
At the end, when time’s existence is out of play; everything, all of  the beauty, horror, the sadness, the happiness, the pain and the suchness of time will arise. Everything that time slowly hid will be shown and recognized. When time ceases to exist, the suchness of life will arise and the concept of forever and eternity will be understood.
            And in this understanding, we’ll find that time really didn’t really matter.
            We’ll see that our times of struggles and our times of pain could have simply been smiled and laughed about. We’ll see that the only thing that matters is the end.
            Whatever happens in between is just a means to continually move forward, even when the choice has not become our own to make.

            Subtle words and subtle actions, subtle movements and subtle choices will mean something at the end. The boy will allow time to play its game, to find ways to hide and to find ways to surprise and attack him.
            But all that matters is the end.
            Time always comes; and when it does, all the words will be said, all the questions will be answered and the one true love will be realized.