A reflection by Darlene Custodio TPRF & Graces (๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด) One of the most significant moments for me at the retreat was when we were encouraged to step outside into nature and find something that catches our attention, as if God Himself was speaking to us through it. My planner-self was ready: I would hunt for a caterpillar because I was hoping to meditate on the cycle of growth and change. But I didn’t see any. In its place, I took photos of thorns, a bark and an insect with a name I had to google yet. Forgetting about the caterpillar, I joined Colyn by the pond as she snapped pictures of the fish. We lingered there for a while until we were able to reach the left side of the retreat house. There, a butterfly flew over me all of a sudden. I just stood still and waited to see where it would settle. When it finally settled on a leaf, Colyn urged me to take a picture of it and use the frame. I was hesitant at first. I had plenty of failed attempts in the past because butterflies never stayed long enough; they would quickly fly away before I could capture them. But this time was different. The butterfly remained steady even if I got closer. So I took my time gently taking photos of it. Funny. I set out searching for a caterpillar, but God provided me with a butterfly instead. When I settled in the kubo and reflect about it, I learned two things: first, that God often surprises me with gifts I donโt expect but truly need. Truly, He knows me best; and second, that just as the butterfly stopped on the leaf, God was showing me that my pauses and rests also belong to His plan. In my schedule of meeting ‘life project’ deadlines, rest is a sacred space where grace works quietly. Another significant part of my TPRF journey was carrying the physical discomfort of my allergies and being heavy with antihistamine. The drowsiness and difficulty in focusing made it hard to be fully present. Yet this, too, became a lesson: God embraces my whole person… including my struggles and limitations. In the end, I realized that God was present both in the beauty of the butterfly and in the heaviness of my body. He meets me in my longing, my searching, and even in my discomfort. He reminds me that transformation takes many forms: sometimes it looks like movement and growth, but often it comes through the gift of simply pausing, resting, and allowing Him to be God. I carry with me a heart full of gratitude especially for the soft ways God spoke, for the community I shared this retreat with, and for the patient guidance of the Cenacle Sisters: Sr. Malen, Sr. Xiaowei, and Sr. Ria. Most of all, I am grateful for the grace to see my own limitations differently… not as failures, but as spaces where Godโs love can dwell. Through His lens, I now see myself with more compassion and love. And, I also remember the line my former mentor told me: Who you are is as important as what you do. Sister would often ask us during the last two days, โAndam na?โ and my answer was always, โDili pa.โ Looking back now after the TPRF, I realize that readiness doesnโt mean being perfect or free from fear (or even free from kabuhi kay nakulbaan huhu). Readiness means being willing to show up as I am, trusting that God will do the rest. “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9 _____* Training Program for Retreat Facilitatorsheld on 11-17 August 2025