[Backtracked: Oh yay I have posts in my drafts folder, look! Why I didn’t publish this at the time I wrote it, I don’t know. So yeah, here’s something I wrote sometime in November when I was in Sydney. Hee.]
God does have a flair for drama. He paints the Makati skies with a breath-taking sunset just when you start complaining about how awful your boss or your day is. He shows you a 500-peso bill stuck in the backpocket of your jeans, just when you realize that sweldo is still several days away and you don’t have enough lunch money for the week.
And then He answers prayers just when you start thinking that He’s already closed all doors.
In the past four years, I’ve gone through all sorts of phases in this quest — from excitement, anticipation, and “this is it” moments; to frustration and discouragement; even to the point of giving up.
But hey, Hillsong happened to me last night [November 16, that is]. And if you followed my blogs from day one, you’d know how much this means to me.
How great, how great is our God, indeed.
[Until we meet again, Hills. See ya soon.]