Always Listen to That Small Voice

“You must go straight home!” This phrase continued rolling over my head as I was thinking whether to go to Manila that night or not. It was Friday night when a traumatic incident happened to me. Never did I imagine I would be in such hopeless scene that is commonly seen on TV.

                A small yet audible voice that came from somewhere played over my mind. I know, in some point, it was God telling me to go straight home, not to explore or to meet anyone anywhere that night. However, I refused from listening. I just ignored it. In pursuit to having a “break” after a weeklong work, I decided to follow what my flesh wanted to do. I went to Manila with a heavy heart.

                On the trail of taking a ride, the small voice became loud and clearer in my heart. “Go straight home! Go straight home!” it said. I closed my ears from hearing it, however it almost struggle me from within. It just stopped when I arrived to that place.

                It was getting dark when I decided to go home. I was nervous. I never had this feeling before. Someone from nowhere suddenly followed me and captured me from behind. He has a knife straightly pointing to my side. He grabbed me. He asked for my money and phone. In fear I surrendered. He pulled me to a dark side, and got every valuable thing he saw in my bag. I was shaking. I can hardly shout for help. I was in shock. He got my purse, where I put my salary, and my phone. I almost fainted. The moment he ran from me, I gradually recovered. I came to my being by then. I seemed like a crazy boy thinking about the things stole from me. “Yung phone ko. Yung pera ko. Paano ako uuwi? WHaaaaaa….” I cried but no tear fell. I asked God why that thing happened. I almost have given up!

                Suddenly, I was reminded of the small voice telling me to go straight home. I said to myself, if only I listened to it, I might have not be in that awful hopeless situation. If only I went straight home, I should have still my phone and my money with me; I could be safer. I shouted all my lungs out, signaling I wanted to give up. But, God is too merciful! The moment I almost have ended my life by crossing the busy street and letting a car hit me, a man approached me. I was reminded of the SOP. I asked where the nearest Police Station is. He told me the direction. My fading hope suddenly became stronger. I came about the Police Station. All the officers noticed me and asked what happened. They did it without a little condemnation. They comforted me and relaxed my being. I told them the whole story. They quickly contacted other stations and reported what had happened. Thirty minutes had passed; they decided to lead me home. But because of what happened, I was broke. I did not have a single coin in my pocket. They gave me enough money to go home.

                On my way home, I rode an FX so I would at least safer. The driver saw me shaking. He noticed it and told me everything will be fine. I was comforted. I came about home. My mom hugged me and my father patted my back. They asked me what happened. I told them the story while sobbing. That was traumatic! They comforted me.

                My mom told me she also had the feeling to text me and said go home straight. She just didn’t do for she trusted me I would. She said, if only she did that, I would have not experienced such traumatic incident.

                No one wanted that incident to happen. No one wanted me to be such a situation as that. No one has to be blame. However, those if only thoughts keep me haunted of the incident. I can hardly sleep that night. I was traumatized. “Why did it happen to me?” I asked. I never blame God for what had happened. Instead, I asked Him what He wants me to learn. I was at peace when I finally realized that things I supposed to do yet I refused. Yes it’s hard to come to a point it was all my point, but He comforted me through His mercy and grace. He helped me accept I lost a lot of material things. In the same moment, He made me realize He is big enough to replace what I have lost.

                Yes, I lost a big amount of money. Yes, I lost an important thing in my life—my phone. Yes, I almost have given up and ended my life. But, God is too good! He is! Though I refused to listen to Him, He never let anyone hurt me, at least, physically. He never let any worse thing happen to me. I may have lost these things, but I gained an experience and I learned a lesson: ALWAYS LISTEN TO THAT SMALL VOICE.

                One thing is for sure; His voice is still audible to those who believe in Him. He is always guiding us to what He wants us to do and to where He wants us to go. We should only have to be sensitive and we should always have to obey Him. Trust Him though the road may seem dark and unsafe. Let Him be the navigator of your journey, rather than the driver. He know what is best for us! He loves us, He really does!