Author: Maida Mascorro, PhD

Under the soft, golden light of late afternoon, the garden of Convento de San Jose hummed with quiet life. The scent of blooming flowers mingled with the distant bells, casting a sense of peace over the stone paths. Mother Teresa of Ávila, her figure serene and composed, strolled beside Sister Guadalupe, whose hands nervously twisted the edge of her habit.
“Mother Teresa, do you think God hears us, even in our thoughts?” Guadalupe’s voice trembled, almost lost among the rustling leaves.
With gentle amusement, Teresa replied, “It is often in silence that God’s voice is the clearest. A seed, deep in the dark earth, cannot see the sun, yet it grows all the same.”
Guadalupe, comforted by Teresa’s wisdom yet still burdened by doubt, sighed. “Some days my heart feels so heavy. I wonder if I will ever find my way.”
Mother Teresa paused, her gaze warm and steady. “Growth is never a straight path, dear child. Our shadows teach us as much as the light. Trust that, even as you walk in uncertainty, you are guided.”
Together, they sat beneath a blossoming tree, surrendering to a moment of prayerful silence. In that hush, Guadalupe felt something shift—the gentle assurance that, even in her doubt, she was not alone.