Whisper

It’s 6 o’clock.

Finally, I can now go.

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Wait!

You have to edit this.

You have to send that.

You have to write this.

You have to check that.

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Okay, 6:30.

No.

6:45?

Still no.

Sigh.

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7:15 off I go.

With eyes tired, mind drained, energy low.

I whispered a simple prayer

that’s nearly impossible.

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A bus with a seat, I hoped for.

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I arrived at the bus bay and waited.

Seconds later, my prayer’s answered.

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DAY 3 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for God’s answers to my simplest prayers.

Odd as it may seem, a bus where I can still sit during my almost 2 hours ride home is as seldom as raindrops during dry season.

But last night, a yellow bus with a lot of vacant seats arrived a few seconds after I started waiting.

I guess with Him, no prayer is too big or too small. 

He’s surely waiting for your whisper. Go tell him.

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