If I Ever Become a Saint...

Sometimes, I laugh to myself and think —

Maybe one day I'll become a saint!
But if that ever happens,
I don't want to be a saint who lived far away from the world, untouched by daily struggles.

I would like to be a saint for working mothers!
for the women who carry laptops in one hand and lunchboxes in the other,
who wipe away tiny tears in the morning and fight big battles at the office by noon,
who pray quietly while driving through traffic,
who survive not for their own dreams anymore, but for the dreams of their children.

A saint who knows what it is to juggle responsibilities,
to manage sleepless nights, to work through pain,
yet still whisper a prayer of thanks in the chaos.
A saint who knows that holiness is not about escaping life,
but living it fully, lovingly, and faithfully — even when it is heavy.

If I ever become a saint,
let it be known:
I lived in the noise, but my soul rested in God.
I fought my battles quietly, with a tired smile and an unshakable faith.
I walked the earth with weary feet but carried a heart anchored in Heaven.

🌿 Holiness is not about where you are — it’s about how you walk there.
🌿 Even in busy days, even in working hours, even in tired nights — the soul can shine.

The one who writes in the quiet, marked with the signet of the King.

Let me be the pen. You be the writer! 

Mercy