time is relative

time has stopped for me before.

really.

once, i was in a cab, already late and made later by getting stuck in heavy traffic. i was headed for a meeting i wanted to go for, which only excerbated my anxiety, knowing i am separated from it by what seemed like eternity.

i looked down at my watch. then i looked up at the cars in front of my cab. then i looked ahead at the red traffic light. (ever wonder how they have a way of turning red just as you are approaching them, but only when you are in a rush to get somewhere?)

(aside: over the weekend, i made a discovery. Murphy is Satan.)

so then, i said a little prayer. i knew the cars can't miraculously disappear though for the record, i'll just like to state that if God wills it so, they can. except that God will probably never will it so, so they can't. i knew also the traffic lights won't change and remain at green for me.

so i asked for patience and to just... let go... *breathes out*. let go of my anxiety and my urgent need to get to my destination. then i sat back to look out the window and watch the pitter patter of drizzling that had added to the heavy traffic.

an eternity passed. or so it seemed.

when next i looked at the watch, i was convinced that a good 20-minutes have passed. resignation had long replaced anxiety. since i was soooo late anyway, i should just accept it.

LO AND BEHOLD! (haha) practically only a few minutes, less than five, have passed by. amazing, isn't it?

:) God loves me... i've been told. and He stopped time for me. twice. i can't remember the other incident now.