God Speaks

I was waiting to cross the road after school when I noticed in the distance some very bright orange lights resembling the number displays of the latest SBS bus models.
Bus no. 64 (my ride) has recently been changed tothese new models, so the first thought I had was, "Please, not 64!"
As the bus came closer, I saw that it was 64, so the next thought I had was, "C'mon, I need an amber light!"
When 64 had gone whizzing pass and the traffic light still showed no sign of turning amber, I gave up all hopes of catching my bus.
Even if the light turned red there and then, I would still need to run a good whole 150m to the bus stop and by then, 64 will be on its way to the next stop.
And then, something strange happened. It was as though as unseen force was moving my legs, or maybe it was pure instinct that motivated me. Whatever it was, at the next chance I had, I dashed across the road. It was no dangerous situation because the next car was a long way off, but the road was 4 lanes wide, and it took guts, seeing as how it was still red light for the pedestrians, and yes, it was illegal! (and I'm not entirely proud of it either)
Having crossed the road, I continued my crazy sprinting stint towards the bus stop. In my mind, I felt like an idiot because common sense said I would not be able to catch my bus.
My legs, however, seemed not to be taking orders from me.
Just as this little bit of conflict was taking place, a voice came through loud and clear, "Keep running. I'll make the bus wait."
My Daddy had spoken.
With my backpack thumping against me, my army water bottle swinging wildly from my left hand, my hoodie hanging precariously on my left arm and my dinner skillfully held on my right (thank goodness for plastic containers), I ran as fast as I could (which, you can imagine, is not all too fast) to catch the bus that was waiting for me by divine intervention.
As I neared the bus stop, I saw that 64 was still at the stop because there was another bus in front of it. 15 steps away from the bus stop, I saw that it was further held up by a lady who appeared to be asking for directions from the driver.
7 steps away from target, the driver shut the door and I mentally prepared myself for a bout of door-thumping*.
In the end, the driver saw me and I got safely on the bus, panting like mad but thankful that I'd caught my ride and that my dinner was still intact :)
"Be careful! You might fall!" said the driver in chinese.
I didn't really care. Inwardly I was smiling away like an idiot (maybe outwardly too).
My Daddy in Heaven, He made my ride wait.

*reference for door-thumping: refer to next post