It all started with  a prayer on the way home yesterday. I was asking God to bless my plans for tomorrow (today) when I realized what I was doing and stopped. Then I just said, “What about I just go along with Your plans for tomorrow? What are your plans, Lord?”

Apparently, nothing like the plans I had in mind.

My plan was pretty simple and very official: leave the house at 9am, get to Alabang at around 9:40 to pick up garage sale donations from Alabang Hills, get on SLEX just in time for the colorcoding window (10am-3pm), pick up more garage sale donation from Rheea’s and then to the office for the meeting with the bosses at 2:30am. The 7pm, SAM team training at church. Turns out, God’s plans for me for Thursday didn’t include any of that.

This happened instead: Ninna took the car to Alabang for her very important appointment with a client, and I will just hitch to the MRT with mom and Sherie. I started feeling really sick. But I forced myself to get out of the house because I didn’t want to miss the meeting. If I was going to get sick, I reasoned, Friday would be the best day because all I had for that day was a seminar and a party I could afford to miss. On the way to the city, I was informed that they had moved the meeting to another day, so I didn’t have to go anymore. I ended up riding with my mom, sky and sherie to MOA and Manila, just finding a resting place where I could. I got back home at 5:30pm. Did some babysitting, and ended up (despite trying very hard to avoid it) sleeping at 11:30pm. I didn’t even get to write anything that day, except a few tweets and a facebook status update.

The thing about this day though was I got to spend time with my Mom, my sister and Sky. I also got to spend a lot of time getting used to my phone ringing every hour to remind me to get my bearings with God. Mom and I got to talk about her concerns in my growing involvement with my ex-boyfriend’s church, and I got to explain to her my reasons for staying. I also got to tell her about the 60-60 Experiment and encouraged her to do it; she got to tell me about my Dad’s concerns about money and retirement. I got to pray for my dad when my phone’s alarm sounded soon after that.

While I didn’t get the rest I was expecting, the day was a good break from my regular pursuits, and I got to spend a whole day with some of the most important people in my life. I haven’t been home most of the time for the past few weeks, and God gave me a whole day with just them and no work! And I suppose, in a little way, it gave my mom some assurance to see for herself that I’m doing more than just fine.

I know that God won’t necessarily give me a day off every time whenever I let Him take over, but Day 2 was a gift, I realize it now.