Storm + No electricity + Evenings = Prayerfulness

First, I thank God that typhoon Juan has passed our area. Juan has indeed left, but not without leaving destruction on many people's livelihoods and jeopardizing a LOT of plans. Here I am still reeling from the news my disciples had given me about not being permitted by their parents to attend the Leaders' Mobilization Training (LMT) because of the bad weather. Sigh. I wanna cry. Seriously. I need a shoulder, anyone?


How such situations like these where I am powerless leave me sooo frustrated... and restless!

Like yesterday, electricity was out, prompting an all-afternoon Dutch Blitz Competition and Championship - participated in by all Lawagan siblings. Of course I won three out of the four consecutive rounds (scored - raise to 100 points) we had. Oh, what fun.

And because there was nothing else to do after dinner, I went to bed at 6:30pm. SIX THIRTY! A record, if I might say so. Electricity -- or the absence of it, does wonders. Add to that complete darkness, and you get something else: Prayerfulness (if such a word exists).

After turning in at six thirty, I was suddenly jolted awake sometime in the middle of the night. I realized, in my half-asleep state, that an unnatural light was shining through my windows. That could only mean one thing. I looked out to confirm it -- yes! Streetlamps were on! Electricity's back! I quickly turned on the lights and walked out my room, turning on every switch on the way down to the comfort room. And so I got back in bed, with the lights all switched off again, reveling at the fact that God answered my prayer (been praying on and off the whole day that the power would return), the streetlamp outside suddenly flickered, and went dead. Hmm. (I honestly think God turned the lights on just so I could conveniently relieve myself in the toilet. lol)


I tried to sleep, but alas! It would not! And just as every Christian does when darkness reigns supreme - literally and figuratively - I prayed.

I prayed for the Little Kibungan villagers who were evacuated to the Puguis area, in an attempt to avoid last year's tragedy.

I prayed especially for Reyjean and Lynx, and all the other delegates who were in danger of not being permitted to attend the LMT.

I prayed that the weather would clear tomorrow (which is today).


I prayed we would arrive safely at Bolinao.

I prayed for a whole lot of things I do not remember now.

I think I spent at least two hours alternately trying to sleep, sitting up and looking out the window, and praying. And when I thought I had finally exhausted all prayer points, I did what anybody with a touch screen MyPhone would do: I played Magic Sushi. All. Night. Long.


Funny, when I met up with staffs this afternoon, they told me they had done the same thing all afternoon and all night long. Praying, that is. Not playing Magic Sushi.