Around end of January this year, during exam times, i remember vividly one day when i was doing quiet time, i spot something in my daily devotion material. These few words caught my attention “meet me in the meadows” and i was so excited about it. This invitation brought me smiles on the way to the library, in the tram, brought more joy when i was playing the guitar praising God, more than the already overflowing puddle of joy from the “quiet time bird”, that flew to my window everytime i do my quiet time, the way God drops His hints of love to me. Indeed, in March, i landed in the meadows/fields/farm station for my internship. I dreaded the close to 2 hours of walk from the nearest train station to my house, the only door that opens to civilization for me. Every day i have to bike 5 km to work, passing by fields and a biomass factory gushing out the odor of manure. The nearest groceries store is 7 km away and a friend who helped me to move teased that i will break the eggs biking with my groceries. I considered the possibility and did not buy any eggs for 3 months. Gradually i got used to the distance, the country air and the village life. Most importantly i accepted this invitation to be in the meadows with God for 6 months. Since the first day i am here, He has been taking care of me in such great magnitude that i could never put into words. During rainy days, when i wasn’t able to bike to work, He touched the hearts of people to send me to work, be it by means of hitchhike or kind gesture of my housemate. Initially i thought i would be hitchhiking quite often during my stay here but He surprises me. 10 km became a personal walk, intimate walk with God. The surrounding draws me to Him. Though i pretty much stay alone and there’s not much to do in the evenings than hanging out in my room or balcony, i am still bewildered at the realization that i never felt lonely. The limited people whom i am so grateful to get to associate with are precious gifts from Him. I will always thank Him for His providence. During gloomy days when big dark cumulus clouds hover above and the weather forecast predicts thunder and heavy rain, i bike back dry and even get to sit at the balcony and talk to Him before the rain pours down. He never cease to surprise me and tell me through everything i experience that His eyes are on me. Somewhere on the way, His providence became so abundant, i slowly became numb towards it. Though i fight and try to take note of His blessings, my prayers of thanksgiving became more and more insincere and curt. When i was on my way back from Prague and it started raining so heavily when i was sitting in a train with my friend, Saw, she became concerned and offered her umbrella. I quickly dismiss the worries, too quickly. At that moment, it struck me how much i stop to actively ask God and pray to Him for His providence and instead take for granted and expect everything to be laid out before me nicely. I bet He was sour 
Needless to say, He is faithful, i came back as dry as bone even the weather was ideal for the long walk that awaited me once i arrived the train station.
On Monday after the pentecost weekend at festival, i made my journey back in solitude. Just as the anomaly of june weather indicates, it rained. The sky was scrunched up in dark grey. As i told my brothers and sisters when they were bidding me farewell that i have faith in God and He will provide, i really do at that moment when large drops of rain slashed across the window panes of the moving train. This time, i remembered to ask Him and plead (learning not to take for granted though my heart is not troubled at all) I was thinking, how would God provide. I know by chance of fair weather or no rain, I would be granted the lovely time of prayer and talking to Him on my 2 hours walk back. By chance of rain, He would provide me a kind driver whom i could ride with. I was weighing which case it will be for i did not want to miss out talking to Him after so many things i’ve received during festival. Fair enough, He provides! (Well, i am still learning to be psyched again by His acts of love. Hope it doesn’t sound like here He goes again. I did not mean that. God, forgive my inaptness in conveyance.) There, i walked into the last train before i reach my destination, sat down and spot this umbrella between the seats. !!! Instantly, i knew what He meant. It will rain (for the very first time since i dare my luck at such high frequency) but He gave me a chance to walk and talk to Him with the umbrella. Someone must have left that umbrella there. Someone forgetful perhaps. But it’s God’s love that puts it there specifically for me. Today i read 1. Kings 17 and see myself in Elijah, being fed by ravens and drinking out of the brook, in isolation and dependent on His providence. Someday i know God will send me out to this village to the widow and there, His miracles will continue in the next chapter of my life.
