the day God moved time

i woke up that morning half a stress ball and half sleepy. not a good combination, i know, but there are worse things to be. i had a meeting in 2 hours, at 9am i was sure, and i wanted to be in early. but i had that nagging, are-you-sure-it’s-really-at-9 kind of feeling so i sent a text to an officemate confirming our schedule.

“8:30 ang nasa sked ko” (it’s 8:30 on my schedule)

the clock said it was 7:50am. with barely 2 spoonfuls of whatever breakfast food i swallowed (not even chewed), i grabbed my bags and practically zoomed out of the driveway.

EDSA Cubao, slowing-to-a-crawl traffic. “Lord please, help me make it on time.” it usually takes an hour to get from my house in QC to Makati.

8am, EDSA Annapolis. and then it takes another 5-10 minutes to get a decent parking slot. “Lord, pleeeease, make time stop. i know i should’ve opened that email again.” i was already mentally banging my head on a wall for forgetting to check the schedule. i sent another text message confirming the time with another officemate.

8:15am, EDSA Shaw underpass.

“it’s at 9am dear =)”

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i felt ashamed for having so little faith. and yet it felt so grand to have Someone so infinitely wiser and more responsible to have your back, always.