During my dinner shift today, I noted from Telegram that my company has offered bonus payouts for at least 4 completed orders and above between 5 pm and 9 pm as Hari Raya Puasa incentives.
After the clock ticked past 8 pm, I checked that I have completed only 3 orders so far.
“One more order, and I will earn an extra payout of $6,” I told myself.
I began cycling quickly towards the nearest hotspot in Toa Payoh central, hoping to receive a new order before my shift ended at 8.15 pm.
Along the way, I reminded myself to ride safely on the road – it’s not worth beating traffic lights and risking safety just for scraps.
I checked my clock again.
Five minutes past 8 pm. No orders so far.
I felt resigned to the possibility of finishing my shift with only 3 orders with no extra payout.
Reminding myself that only God can do the impossible, and not by my own strength, I prayed softly in the spirit.
The phone sounded a notification of a new order for food delivery around 8.06 pm, just when I was reaching the hotspot.
God is good and faithful.
Happily, I went to collect the 4th order at the vendor and delivered it to the customer at the end of my dinner shift.
An extra payout of $6 may not be much, but it is still worth something – perhaps like the five loaves and two fishes for a small boy’s lunch.
What man cannot do, God can.
“He was fully convinced that God is able to do whatever he promises.” (Romans 4:21)
After finishing my shift, I discovered I left a carrier bag in my delivery bag, which contains a drink and dessert that I forgot to pass to the second last customer.
Fortunately, I could remember the block number and unit number, though I couldn’t recall the floor number.
I decided to make my way to the highest floor of the block and walked down the stairs and checked the doors of the units to see if I could recognise it.
Thankfully, I eventually found the right door and passed the items to the customer.
All’s well that ends well.
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