Carrying my shoulder bag with my blazer slung over my forearm and a cup of coffee in one hand (thank you, my angel), I walked on the puzzle-patterned path in silence. I sipped from my coffee, at the same time drinking in the view of the trees that towered over me from either side. The wind blew through my hair, softly brushing my cheeks as though a gentle reminder that today's Friday.
Sweet cheers for sweet cheeks.
I crossed the street and waiting there was what I called the area's daily guard, whose face still didn't register in my mind despite the countless times we've already seen each other. It's one thing that I don't normally look at the man's face when we greet each other a good morning. But then again, it's another thing that it could be different dudes in the same uniform.
He stood by the group of trash bins, where I usually threw something into, only now I still hadn't finished my coffee. So I didn't stop by to throw some trash and walked straight instead.
"Good morning ma'am," the guard greeted.
"Good morning po," I replied nicely.
I still didn't look up to meet the man's gaze. I sipped from my coffee again and continued walking.
What ultimate peace could it be to walk along this wonderful path or to even stroll on your bike with someone...
I finally reached the building. If I'd gotten a nice carpark spot at the hotel, I would've been in the building in two minutes. Nonetheless, I was still finally inside the building. I got into the elevator with a woman in a white hanging blouse. I pressed '26' on the buttons aligned evenly on the metal fencing of the elevator, while the '27' had already been pressed by the woman.
We ascended in silence and I was not really paying attention to anything other than reaching my floor, until the stranger that stood in front of me shook me out of my blank space.
"Excuse me, ma'am." She startled me, causing me to look at her. That was when I saw the glasses that set on the bridge of her nose. It made me assume that the lady must be in her early 30's. "Here's something for you to read." She handed me a piece of glossy paper in full-color-print.
A cross was on the page, along with text that pertained specifically to God and His word, all on gradient blue background. Just having that very moment, I knew I'd already felt the blessing of today.
I realized it was a folded piece of paper, so I opened it as I waited to reach my floor, and saw another slip of paper inserted in-between. It said it was inviting me to worshiping the Lord. The place and date details were written on the lower part of the paper.
The soft bing of the elevator sounded, indicating I'd gotten to my floor. The doors opened and before stepping outside, I looked to the woman and thanked her softly with a smile.
Have you mouthed a prayer of thanks to our Father this morning? I hope you've also experienced an unexpected kind of reminder of His grace today, just like I've had. He deserves all our praises each new day. Isn't it a genuine thing of beauty to think that as each disciple does that everyday, the angels above rejoice with us as we lift His name up altogether?
