“God works in mysterious ways sometimes.”
That was what Ma’am Eva (our dean) told me when I was complaining about NABP taking a very long time to evaluate my FPGEE application papers.
“It’s already been 8 weeks and they haven’t sent me my approval letter (test permit) yet, as opposed to their ’4-6 weeks’ promise. If I don’t receive it ‘til September 16, I won’t be able to sit on the exam on September 30. What’s worse, the next exam date is not until April 14, 2011!”
Good thing, my dearest Mommy (who is in the Philippines) faxed a letter to Carmen Catizone, the executive secretary of NABP, pleading to expedite the evaluation of my papers. In addition to that, she prayed a novena to the poor souls in purgatory which would end on September 8, birthday of Mama Mary.
So yesterday, September 7, (September 8 in the Philippines) I checked our mailbox, and OMG my NABP letter was there! I can’t anymore describe right now how I reacted yesterday upon seeing that letter, but, I swear, my reaction was epic! I was so happy I could cry!
I’ll always look back to that moment as a miracle, a miracle from Mama Mary. I believe Mama Mary prayed hard enough for my NABP letter to come that her son Jesus Christ wasn’t able to resist.
God really works in mysterious and, should I say, surprising ways sometimes.
Prayers really work. Not only my NABP letter arrived yesterday, but also those of my classmates’ (even the ones who applied only 3 weeks ago).
PS:
Prayers really work, so if you have a moment (even just 10 seconds), please pray for me or at least make the sign of the cross for me to be able to pass that test which is on September 30, 2010 (only 22 days from now).
We’re having a difficult time in the house right now. Our water heater leaked Monday night; the carpets got soaked and need to be replaced. The water supply’s cut off. Police came and tagged our house as “inhabitable,” and that’s what it’s gonna be until the water supply’s back and the carpets brand-new. We’re spending the night in someone else’s home, just like evacuees hit by a terrible storm. It’s very difficult to study.
But Mommy never fails to be one of my biggest sources of strength. She texted me a while ago and told something about sacrifice, which suddenly reminded me of Sam Witwicky’s quote in Transformers:
“No sacrifice, no victory.”