Good Morning. It’s 4.40 a.m on Saturday.
The most rare time to write to You.
You know why I am staying up at this time.
I’m awake this morning to do some things.
I’m awake to go somewhere by myself.
But by Your Grace only to visit (again) someone’s place.
Yes. His apartment.
I know it’s not quite a good idea.
But I don’t think I can have another time to do this.
I know maybe You’ll never agree with me.
I know maybe You’ll set something rare and extraordinary this time.
But I’ll never know till I try it myself.
Please bless me this time.
Just like any other time that You’ve done to me.
Again I ask You.
Always I do ask You.
Please be Your works that will be done unto me.
Only Your works.
Dear God. I would never be able to do anything on my own.
Please be my Guide in everything I do in everyday.