Just Passing By

Thank goodness for Yahoo Messenger! For a cheapskate like me, the YM is a godsend.

I stayed late last night YMing with my fellow shawarma-addict and arabic tea-drinking pal, Lana. She was having a major crisis, or so she thought she did. She thought she failed her language test that was a requirement to get her residence visa to the Netherlands where her husband is based. I’ve known Lana for a looooong time and I’ve never seen her worry like that. I even teased her that she didn’t have any right to be nega. Between the two of us, I was the hopeless pessimist and she was the perky, optimistic one. But last night, we found our roles reversed. She just couldn’t stop fretting. She was so convinced that she failed miserably even though the results weren’t supposed to go out until next week.

So I tried to encourage her and assured her that I will be praying for her. Even as we chatted, I closed my eyes for a while to send a little prayer to God that He will perform a miracle for my friend. Then at about 10pm, we said our goodbyes. I was beat from the stress of the day and wanted to go to bed early. As my hubby and I lay down, talking about the day’s events, my phone rang. Odd, but the screen registered a Philippine number that I didn’t recognize. When I answered, there was this hysterical lady on the other line. I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Then she managed to calm down and introduce herself. It was Lana calling to tell me that she just got off the phone with the Dutch Embassy informing her that she passed. I tried to keep calm but I was jumping up and down on the inside. I had to for she was already ecstatic and only half-coherent.  I had to know the details.

I always believed that if you prayed hard enough, God will answer. I was in awe by how fast God answered Lana’s and my prayer. I fell asleep that night praying my thanksgiving. And when I woke up this morning, I was still talking to Him. God has blessed me countless times. I’ve prayed for family and friends and He always gave them what we prayed for. In my case, He told Daddy that I was going through a difficult time so Dad texted me. I haven’t told Daddy yet about my work woes but he found out and told me he wished he were here to be with me. I know that was God’s way of telling me that He’s wathcing over me. I don’t want to sound so cocky but in my heart, I know that I have a direct line with Him. He listens. Go ahead, talk to Him.