Testify.

Testify

This post has a different writing style, and also a very different basis for content. It was something that I had to share, no matter what. I guess only a few of you know I was on on 31st October - even then you may not remember. Ignore or enjoy - your choice.

31st October

I woke up to feeling the urge not to wake up. It was around seven thirty in the morning, and it was drizzling lightly outside. Perfect conditions for a longer sleep.

Fate isn't so merciful though, and the weather affected my mood as well. The day ahead seemed longer than usual, and no brighter than the overcast skies that stretched further than I could see.

I got into an auto-pilot routine again, and was soon ready to leave my house. I trudged along and listened to crunch whenever my foot made contact with the gravel. It was all so hopeless - a rhythm that wouldn't stop, the only change is that it got louder and louder, closer and closer. Were we prepared?

I reached the MRT, crawling up the stairs instead of my usual jog, two steps at a time. No motivation, I guess.

The day didn't get any happier; I was still worried and wondering how things were going to turn out. For the first time I wished the MRT would arrive later instead. With my luck, it arrived in two minutes, full and packed with commuters.

I squeezed my way in, fortunate enough to find a corner where i wouldn't be threatened by the sliding doors. The people shuffled in and out, and soon, it was mostly clear of people.

I gave a sigh, picking my spot right at the corner, facing away from the train station. I leaned my head against the glass, ignoring the cold touch, and closed my eyes, praying.

I do pray. Often. But seldom do I pray with a worried thought in my head. Seldom do I pray with desperation gripping me and tightening slowly, almost as if I was drowning.

A sign, God. That's all I ask. Just a sign to know that you're with me, that you haven't abandoned me to be alone. A sign that I can hold onto so that I can be sure you will help me along for the next few days.

Yet I had to admit I was afraid. For a few stops I kept repeating those words, and kept hestitating to open my eyes - What if there was nothing? I couldn't face it.

But after awhile, I had mustered up enough courage to peek. Slowly my eyelids lifted, and light poured through the windows. Hearing the speaker announce the station, I realised the train moved quickly - Faster than I'd thought. I was at queenstown.

I looked out the window. I'd passed this place almost every schooling day for the past 2 years, but I got a shock. Right at the window, directly within my line of sight were three words. They were not anything amazing or inspirational, but what was amazing was how I somehow only saw the first word.

"Faith Methodist Church."

I prayed again, but with a different purpose.