As much as we’re ashamed to admit it, Jorey and I weren’t really church goers before. One of our major resolutions when we got married was to go to church on Sundays. So since we got to Singapore we have been to Church, twice (not including today) and both times we didn’t make it to mass. So today is technically our first mass for the year. It’s Ash Wednesday, the words in front read “He was crushed to save you.” While waiting for the mass to start we were approached by one of the lay ministers and asked us if we could do the offertory. Of course we accepted - what else were we supposed to say? We both didn’t know what to do. We haven’t experienced offering when we were in the Philippines, and now we were going to do it for the first time on our first mass of the year in a foreign country. We were made to line up at the back with the other lay ministers. I was asking Jorey in tagalog if I was supposed to give what I was carrying to the priest, the minister at the back just told me not to worry. I think it was obvious I didn’t know what to do.

On our way back, a frog crossed the road. I told Jorey to scare the frog because it paused in the middle of the road but before I finished my sentence - SPLAAAAT!!! A car run him over. I was like Nooooo!! Then SPLAAAT! Another car ran over him again. Just writing about it now upsets me again. I saw a frog meet his gory doom. He didn’t even have time for his life to flash before him in slow motion. Then Jorey repeated the words inside the church “He was crushed to save you.”