Today is a day of tearful gratefulness.
The week has been trying. The workload is the same but people were unusually rude - over the phone, online and in person.
Or maybe, they've always been rude and I just wasn't paying enough attention to what I was feeling. And nobody else was. And this week, I was just really growing tired of it.
And then... yesterday.
Yesterday, before I slept, I cried and told Him that I'm tired. And that I'm weak. And that I'm getting hurt.
I asked Him to help me because my heart is in pain. And I can't laugh it off anymore. And I told Him that I need Him to protect me.
I woke up today and told Him that I trust Him. And whispered little prayers before my working day officially started.
The miracles started before my prayer ended.
There were no calls. No rude callers screaming their demands.
My coffee tasted best.
I was told not to man the phones and check the mails instead. I was off the phones for more than half my shift and needed to speak with only a few clients - who were, by the way, quite pleasant.
My heart was calm.
I was corrected rather pleasantly by a new friend on one case that I overlooked and was teased by my seatmate, Well, isn't that embarassing? (Napahiya ka no?) And I answered, We don't bank on shaming each other. (Hindi kami ganon.)
And I realized that that was true. It's one of the most dear blessings of the day, a new friendship that started with each person's a casual kindness towards a stranger.
I smiled.
The working day was a breeze.
I met with an old friend for breakfast and was greeted with a surprise Christmas gift. And we exchanged stories.
My tea smelled perfect.
Now, I know I may get hurt in different ways and times yet again but it's such comfort to know that I will always have friends and blessings.
And I am tearfully grateful because, although some bad things won't change, neither will my God.
The week has been trying. The workload is the same but people were unusually rude - over the phone, online and in person.
Or maybe, they've always been rude and I just wasn't paying enough attention to what I was feeling. And nobody else was. And this week, I was just really growing tired of it.
And then... yesterday.
Yesterday, before I slept, I cried and told Him that I'm tired. And that I'm weak. And that I'm getting hurt.
I asked Him to help me because my heart is in pain. And I can't laugh it off anymore. And I told Him that I need Him to protect me.
I woke up today and told Him that I trust Him. And whispered little prayers before my working day officially started.
The miracles started before my prayer ended.
There were no calls. No rude callers screaming their demands.
My coffee tasted best.
I was told not to man the phones and check the mails instead. I was off the phones for more than half my shift and needed to speak with only a few clients - who were, by the way, quite pleasant.
My heart was calm.
I was corrected rather pleasantly by a new friend on one case that I overlooked and was teased by my seatmate, Well, isn't that embarassing? (Napahiya ka no?) And I answered, We don't bank on shaming each other. (Hindi kami ganon.)
And I realized that that was true. It's one of the most dear blessings of the day, a new friendship that started with each person's a casual kindness towards a stranger.
I smiled.
The working day was a breeze.
I met with an old friend for breakfast and was greeted with a surprise Christmas gift. And we exchanged stories.
My tea smelled perfect.
Now, I know I may get hurt in different ways and times yet again but it's such comfort to know that I will always have friends and blessings.
And I am tearfully grateful because, although some bad things won't change, neither will my God.
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