We went into 999 mall first. (Funny how all the malls in that area are named by numbers.. still don't know why)
My sister requested for Vivian to buy her some items, so while she was choosing, I decided to look around and stray away. After about fifteen minutes, Vivian and I met again, and we continued to shop together. I found a really cute blouse I wanted to buy in one store. It was not only really cute, but also on sale! So I decided to buy it. Just when I was opening my shoulder bag, I realized I could feel my wallet. I was fumbling around the very little stuff I had inside my bag just to make sure what I thought was happening wasn't happening. And well whaddya know. I couldn't find my wallet anywhere inside my bag. I gasped and the salesladies heard my alarmed conversation with Vivian so they told me that I got snatched. I really couldn't believe it.
Everything felt so unreal because it was so unlike me to lose such an important thing! Most of the things I need to survive on a daily basis is inside that little brown thing! My driver's license, college I.D. (can't get inside campus without it! or else minor offense!), MY ATM CARD!!!!, health insurance card, SM advantage card, National Bookstore card, Pinkberry card, Happy Lemon Card, and all my org membership cards! Plus I had quite an amount of cash inside for the presents I was supposed to get for people, so it really hurt. :(
I had to go through so many procedures with the police, which I knew was just a waste of my time. They took soo long to process my police report. One guy was even smoking inside the air-conditioned office. :(
I was so scared because I had no idea how to tell my dad. Again, I was a disappointment to him. It seems I am getting more careless by the hour. All I ever wanted to do was to please my father, earn his trust and make him real proud of me. I do everything I can to show him I love him, I'm responsible and he can trust me (never leaving out the fact I'm his baby girl forever)
But it seems I am doing so many things that is resulting to making him feel the opposite.
It was so hard to make that phone call to him. I had no idea what to say. I felt like my voice was just going to break when he answers the phone and I'd feel even more irresponsible for my actions.
But I had to do it. So I called him, and I just went straight to the point and ripped the scab. I told him I lost my wallet and I heard nothing. My heart was beating so nervously and I just wanted to cry and apologize to him because of being so stupid. To my surprise, he replied ever so calmly. He said it was okay and not to worry.
WHAT???????!!!!!
I just wanted to fly back home and give him the biggest hug my arms could make. I wanted to hug his round tummy and cry on his shoulder like I did when I was a child and he would be carrying me.
Too bad I was still in Manila, and in a messy Police office.
Basically, I came home feeling a lot lighter than I would've if he would have given me his disappointed tone. I was so greatful for my father, he takes the best care of me. God gave me one of my most precious blessing by giving me with such an amazing Dad. We were really meant to be a family. It's instances like this that I forget all the times my dad has hurt me and failed to appreciate what I do for him. (He's a very oblivious person sometimes) It's times like this wherein my dad's love just covers everything in the past.
When I got home, I was still quite disappointed in myself and why I couldn't have paid more attention to my bag. I thought about all the cash I had that could've been spent on presents for my friends and family. It was quite a heavy feeling because I have also been trying to earn some money through hard labor (crochet is not easy, my friends). To think that everything I earned (and even a few hundreds more), I just lost through being careless. Suddenly, I heard my dad's car pulling in the driveway. I got quite nervous again. I just hated letting him down (especially after my first car accident). I hid in my room because I was too ashamed to confront him. He came into my room and kissed me on the forehead. He told me that he would replace all the money that I had lost. He told me that he'd help me get my license back and that it was nothing to worry about.
My eyes teared up and I finally gave him a big hug and a whispered thank you.
He told me that our God in heaven will supply everything, and to just pretend that he was the one who lost the wallet, and not I! He actually made me laugh for the first time after I lost my wallet.
I have never met anyone who's a better dad than my father. I can't begin to explain how much I love my dad and how much I know he loves me. It's like nothing I say can make you comprehend how much of a bond my dad and I share. Because love is not really comprehensible, especially not a love like this. Love is abstract, it is meant to be felt, and not understood.
I just imagined how much this love was that my dad has for me, that he is able to stay so patient and joyful with my unpleasant behavior and frequent mishaps. I thought that if my dad is this way because of God's presence in his life, what more could the extent of God's patience and love be? He who loves me so much more than anyone on earth can possibly love me, gave me a father to show me the love he wants me to know he has for me.
I am on fire for God. I want to be in the Lord's presence. I want to worship him for his loving kindness. I want to praise him for the joy and peace he's given me tonight. Without him, I would probably go to sleep tonight with regret and self-hate. With him, it is easier to breathe.
Despite all the things I've mentioned to have lost today, I commit to you, I have gained a thousand times more..
Psalms 59:16
"But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning. For you have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress."
I have the greatest dads in the entire universe.