Nada te turbe. Let nothing disturb you. Solo Dios basta. God alone suffices. I used to sing this on my knees with tears streaming down my face during morning prayers at the Lingkod national conferences I attended. It was a timely reminder today of what I used to profess.
I figured in a minor accident this afternoon. I felt so rotten afterwards because it was my fault. Due to carelessness in the middle of EDSA traffic, I hit a white CRV in front of me. My dream car. How ironic. (Aside: So this is how I pursue my dreams, by hitting them. No wonder. End of aside.) Its immaculate whiteness rubbed off on the hood of my car.
The driver, a woman about my age, was nice enough not to shout at me or tell me how stupid I was. She just asked for my contact information and told me she would get in touch.
There were a thousand regrets in my head while driving back to the office. Those who've been in a car accident would know the feeling of dread to be behind the wheel again. But my car's name is not Kit and I'm not the Knight Rider, so I could not let my car do the driving for me. I had to get back on my feet and face my fear.
Traffic was worse after work and I felt paranoid, like all the cars around me were too close. I kept praying, Please Lord, not on the same day. And while I'm praying about it, may I never be in a car accident ever again.
Tonight I will recite again the prayer I posted this morning. Why is it that I only remember to pray hard when I'm hit hard?