Time is so precious.

My dad drives my sister to work every morning. On some days, I hitch a ride with them so they can drop me off at the bus stop. (It saves me the 10-minute walk&wait in the cold.) Today, they were ready to go earlier than usual (i.e., on time for a change!), and I thought about telling them to go on without me (I still had time to get ready and catch a later bus, and I didn't want my sister to be late for work), but they insisted that they'd wait for me.

(Surprisingly, I actually remembered everything that I had to bring to school for today.)

On the way to the stop, I calculated the bus schedule to determine how long I had to wait for the bus. As we neared the stop, we noticed that the bus shelter was empty -- an morning-rush-hour indication that the bus had already left only a couple of minutes before. I braced myself for the 15-minute wait for the next bus... and since there's a Tim Horton's drive-through right there near the bus stop, I had time for a morning coffee.

The service at the Timmy's was unusually fast (during rush hour, there is usually a line-up at the drive-through, which slows down the line-up inside the store; there was no line-up inside or outside today).

"Could I get a medium french vanilla & a honey crueller, please?"

Dangit! Of course, if had I just left my house even a few seconds earlier... I would have had time to get a coffee AND catch that bus that just passed me by. *vroom* (Gah, it figures. Obviously, that one was behind schedule...)

And of course, it also means that if I left my house even a minute later, then we would have seen the bus, I would have forgone that coffee (I didn't really need one anyway), I wouldn't have waited in the cold bus shelter, and I would've arrived comfortably early to school.

...But I can't deny the fact that I was able to finish most of my bus-rosary while I waited alone in the shelter, which -- in turn -- allowed me more time to study for the exam i just wrote. scratch that: for the exam i just aced!

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...time is so precious. Even if my own timetable and comforts aren't going to plan... God Himself is never a moment early, nor a moment late, but He is always on time. There is always a plan, despite missed opportunities (in my case, missing the bus).

...and so may His name be praised. Even for the little things. Especially for the little things, and the little reminders of His ever-watchful eyes on me throughout the day.

ps: happy anniversary, weege+8! (my household). 52-straight weeks of households!