Alright, I think it's no news to you guys that I like to think too much meaning to things. It's one of the few ways that I know to add a little bit of thrill to my boring life, and this is why I always try to look for a greater meaning to anything that happens to me or around me, no matter how useless you may think that thing is, and that is exactly what I'm about to do right now.
About four hours ago, I had decided to go sit outside my hostel for two reasons. The first reason was because I've been trying to see if I could get to be friends with more people by spending less time indoor in my room, and more time out there in the real world.
The second reason I needed to be outside was because I felt I needed to buy some snacks to eat later this night, so I had taken some money along. But after about thirty minutes of me sitting out, something happened that now makes me feel like the money I had taken with me was clearly for a different purpose.
I once wrote a story about a guy who used to be a fraudster but gave his life to Christ and has been a faithful Christian ever since. Well he does this thing where he occasionally comes to ask me for money and if I do have some cash, I give to him. Although this doesn't happen all the time because I'm not rich.
Well, about thirty minutes of me sitting out, he walks up to me and as usual, politely asks me if I could help him with any money because he apparently hasn't eaten since morning.
Now my first instinct had been to tell him no, because although I did have money on me, I felt I didn't have enough to give out to someone. But then I changed my mind at the last minute and just dipped my hand into my pocket and gave him something.
Then I went back to where I was sitting, trying to make up my mind on what snacks to buy. But after about another hour sitting there, I couldn't make up my mind on anything and just decided to come upstairs instead because I wasn't even feeling hungry anymore (I had eaten earlier but felt like I was going to need something to chew later tonight).
But now, I just can't stop thinking about the entire situation, wondering if the main reason I had gone downstairs with that cash was simply for that guy. Because if I hadn't gone downstairs with the money and he had approached me, I would have told him that I didn't have cash on me and wouldn't have given him any.
Again, I know this might just be me thinking too much but what if God placed that snacks thought in me, not because I needed it, but so that I could help one of his faithful servants?