Divine Intervention

You try so hard, but it doesn't seem to work. Your calculations were just perfect, it can't go wrong. But it just did. And you ask yourself, "What happened?”.

You thought all hope was lost. It was impossible. And then it happens. Your silver lining in the cloud of doubt. The light at the end of the tunnel. A miracle. An answered prayer.

What happened?

Divine Intervention. It makes us realize that we are mere mortals, with limitations, with imperfections. That just when we thought we knew everything, apparently we don't. That if we only fully acknowledged the fact that there is someone "up there" who knew better, then we would know when to work and when to leave it to the expert. Being our maker, he is definitely the expert.

Just like the rest of the world, I too, have gone to hell and back, went through challenges that seemed so difficult to overcome, experienced quasi-victories that have left me empty and without any sense of fulfillment. But I have carried my issues, my sorrows, my “cross”, as if my life was entirely up to me. I worried and worried and worried, because I was only limited to what I knew and what I could do. But apparently, my life and my purpose was never for me to decide.

I flunked the written driving test a few weeks ago. Seems trivial, maybe pathetic. But it was mind-blowing for me. Just as someone told me, I was never used to failures. And I wasn’t. My disappointment once more ballooned into a worry of what if I would never be able to drive again. Elementary psychosis strikes again.

I had my own set of failures, but it was hard to accept something you knew you would never fail, but you actually did. I felt stupid. How can people trust me with their marketing plans when I can’t even pass a basic written driving test? I felt incompetent.

But there was one thing I missed out in my so-called perfect equation. Maybe I forgot the one true thing that can make everything possible. Divine Intervention. I forgot to ask help from the Big Boss. Because I thought I didn’t need it. And I was so wrong.

I prayed hard and studied hard. And I passed, with flying colors. Divine Intervention.

Trivial? Try doing something you know so well and fail in it. Then you’ll realize the whole idea wasn’t up to you after all.

I passed my actual driver’s test with prayers and practice. Can’t just have a lot of prayers without the effort.

Failing my driver’s test made me realize one thing: It will never be my will, but His. It will never be my purpose, but His. Divine Intervention.

My life wasn’t just about overcoming challenges, it was about the little miracles that happened to me, whether I took notice of it or not. I wasn’t alone when I was walking through life.

And so I continue my journey of life, I have learned to pray hard – harder actually. Because I need his divine intervention, to guide me, and to keep me going. That even when I stumble, someone is there to pick me up and the pieces I left behind.

Divine Intervention. It has been an answer to a lot of my questions.