September 21, 2005

  • Yesterday afternoon, I called my family.  The news, while far from great, was not as bad as I had feared it would be.  A little bit of my tension eased.


    I rushed to the Metro to go home at 7 to pick up my clothes from the dry-cleaners.  Because I was held back by a friend who had been accompanying me, I missed the Orange Line train.  So I had to wait five minutes for the next one.  It takes me about 45 minutes to get home from work.  The dry-cleaners close at 7:30, and I needed my clothes as I would not have been able to go again till Thursday.  I knew I was probably not going to make it and that there was no point in rushing since it was going to be too late.


    But when I got off at my stop, I rushed anyway to my car, drove (calmly), and went to the dry-cleaners.  It was almost 8 pm.  And it was still open.  I got my clothes and left.


    Why am I talking about this seemingly insignificant event?  I believe that God gives us signals.  I would like to believe that He was telling me to never give up hope - on the small insignificant stuff as well as the big important stuff - because anything is possible.


    Right before I went to sleep, I talked briefly with God about many things.  I believe He said my prayer requests had been heard.  I'm not sure, but I think He also said He had a purpose for me and that with Him on my side, there was NOTHING I couldn't do.