Thus, knowing how packed the schedule might be, I made a silent request. "If You want me to go, let me be able to finish whatever I need to do on time, so that I will not be late." Hours after hours passed me by and I thought I would not be able to make it, until Joel messaged me to tell me that dinner starts at 6.15p.m. but program begins at 7.45p.m. Goodness, that's ample time for me, so what excuse did I have to overlook this Will of the Lord? Together with the immense unexplained feeling within me which had been urging me to go, I was certain of what to do.

While at the retreat, my supervisor messaged me just before my cell phone died on me that my shift had been pushed backward to the night one because a colleague of mine's on MC, meaning I could actually stay for the whole thing. God's will again? And whatever that happened after that have already been mentioned before, and that once again had brought me to the conviction that "Hey, indeed, how great and awesome is Daddy God?!"

Then, there was this little episode of the unhappiness, and the fact that I left church only at 3.30p.m. didn't help to sooth any bit of the tensed mood already in place. Regardless, I continually reminded myself that there is indeed nothing to fear since that assurance had been given by none other than our Father, not just once, but 365 times in the Bible. Moreover, my conscience was indeed clear that I've been following His instructions faithfully, so that once again brought peace to my mind. Miracle 1: my bus came as soon as I set foot on the bus stop. Trial 1: the constant stops at various traffic light got on my nerve, but Gracious Father didn't mind that at all. So I reached home on time-barely 4p.m.

While I set off again towards my workplace, I was actually praying hard that my bus would not come then, because there's such a huge possibility that I was so gonna miss it, considering how far the bus stop was from where I was. But as I was about to finish my prayer, a giant red vehicle approached the cross junction, and very much to my dismay, it was bus 34! (Pardon me for the usage of the following word) but really, "damn it" was exactly how I felt then! I had no choice bu to race after the bus as soon as the light turned green, but thank God, the driver saw me and waited. Things were not meant to be, and that was far from over! The shoes gave way after that stretch of run, and the sole of my right-sided shoe came off! Gah! Once again, a still small voice rang within me- "I will never give you something that you're not capable of handling." True enough, I found two rubber bands which I've strapped onto my wrists. They were from the chicken rice we had for lunch. Coincidence? I bet not! What if I haven't stayed for lunch? What if I haven't taken those rubber bands with me (which in the first place, I do not know why I have taken them)? What if I had thrown them away on my way home, which I so often do so? Coincidence? Rather, I have an awesome Daddy God!