I drove up to the guard at the gate of the retreat house and asked permission if I could walk in and check out the place. I had just come from brunch at the cafe next door and since I was already there, I wondered if I would be able to wander in and explore the retreat house right next to it. The guard radioed his higher-ups asking for approval, then maybe because I was just a lone, curious tourist, gave me the go-signal.
“God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with Him.” I asked God for His leading on my venue for my silent retreat. I wanted a place in nature, full of trees. The leading was this certain Augustinian retreat house in Tagaytay. I googled it, didn’t like it (not enough trees), so I chose another retreat place instead. We have free will to choose, I reasoned. But friends pointed out— you asked God and God already gave you His choice. Are you still going to go with something else? So I begrudgingly booked the Augustinian retreat house even though it was not MY choice. But I choose to go with whatever God…