the day He gave me rest

i ended the day still half a stress ball and really tired. not really physically but in everything else. i had missed my morning quiet time today as i had so often these past weeks. i know i shouldn’t have and that all the more that i shouldn’t. what with everything that’s been going on lately in my life.

but that’s another story. that day, and as had been in the last month, i had prayed for His help. i wasn’t sure if i had any strength left and it was something that i consistently asked for throughout the day. i was this close to giving up.

so when we finally wrapped up the day, I headed straight home via C5. it was rush hour as i got off the Market! Market! ramp. i stared into a sea of bumper-to-bumper cars and trucks that seemed to have camped out on the road. you know a good gauge if the traffic in any road is going to last or has been there for a while is the presence of hawkers (or street vendors). the road was full of them as usual.

i saw no alternative to my depressing situation. my knees hurt, thanks to awful Manila traffic; i was hungry, really really tired, and ready to cry any minute. i was just right smack in the middle of the C5-kalayaan intersection and i knew libis was another story.

“Lord, please, I’m so tired. I just want to get home.” tearfully, hopefully.

the traffic moved every few meters or so.

“Ayoko na po talaga. I’ve had a long day and another long night in traffic?”

clutch, gas, brakes. clutch, gas, brakes.

and then the road kind of clears, and traffic was light all the way to the u-turn slot at tiendesitas. and then it was another easy driving from ortigas avenue to temple drive. and then lo and behold, EDSA was as deserted as on christmas day. i breezed through  until i get to my turnoff at new york ave. and i couldn’t believe how in 10 minutes i actually covered kilometers rather than just a few hundred meters.

it was amazing how i unloaded the heaviness in my heart and He actually heard me. He heard me and He answered! just like that. just when i needed it the most.

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don’t you feel ashamed sometimes for putting God inside a box? we expect Him to be all grand and magnificent without having to relate with ‘little people’ like us. and then when He suddenly proves it otherwise, even in such a small and simple way, we realize there must still be something in us that He finds worth loving.

what’s your little miracle lately?