Out of all the stops I had to make on the daily rounds of dispatch today, the one that caused me the most inconvenience was the one that really hit me hard.
I had to collect a document from the medical centre and the new directions declared the medical centre closed during lunch hours. Brilliant, I arrived there at 1315 and had to wait for them to open the doors. The weather was darn hot, humid and to pile on the misery, there was no fan nor slight gust.
Soon after, a 2WO joined me in the queue and he began to chat casually first about the weather to how the medical centre should organise their waiting area. He suddenly asked me about whether buying 4D is the right thing to do or not. I replied that it is ok to buy it just for the fun of it once in awhile but it's not to be indulged by it and let it control you.
I guess my answer driven by his casualness and prompted him to then ask me which church I go to. Honestly, people don't usually ask which church I attend, but whether I'm a christian. I guess it's the way I carry myself (and it's nothing to boast about, but something to be ashamed of). He then mentioned that he was a born-again Catholic and we then continued to share and talk. He constantly asked questions about prayer, how I pray, how I worship and how I view God. I wasn't prepared but I think my heart spoke for itself.
I had to rush off for more stop-offs and totally regretted my work commitments. I really wanted to stay and chat. On the way , I prayed that I'd bump into him again to continue with our chat. I thought I had seen him again at the medical centre while returning to the office but dismissed it as my boss was rushing me back due to a celebration at the office.
Soon after, I was transporting some store items around the base and again bumped into the 2WO! There was no dismissing God's sign this time and I detoured to exchange contacts. Apparently, there's a daily bread email system that goes around the intranet users and it sends us the day's readings!
I continued to think about it even after I got home today and until now, I'm still freaked out about the whole thing. It's not about the nervousness of talking to an officer or how unprepared I was about sharing about God to someone, it was about how God showed me that He is in control.
To me, living life with God is like a roller-coaster. One day I'm all hyped up about Him and the next, I've totally forgotten about the previous day. Once God-fearing, then backsliding and now, living in total reality to the extent of being almost petrified.
