When God became my PA for a day.

 

When God became my PA for a day.

 

Life was getting overwhelming. My to-do list was growing by leaps and bounds. I spent sleepless nights wondering where to begin and where to end. I decided to ask for divine intervention. “Could you please help me tackle this humongous list?" I pleaded and began to imagine what a day in my life would look like if the Divine One, or the Big Guy, as he is fondly referred to, were to be my PA for a day.

 

 

Morning Mayhem (divine intervention)

Instead of an alarm clock piercing my ears, I would gently be awakened by an angelic choir singing, “Rise and Shine.” That is certainly music to my ears. Instead of my usual filter coffee, a cup of foamy celestial latte sprinkled with stardust awaits me. There are pancakes, soft and fluffy as the clouds, and wild honey for breakfast. I needn’t worry about what to wear to work. My OOTD is all laid out, not a crease or a wrinkle to be seen. I love what I see. I don’t have to open the closet, stare at my clothes, and spend half an hour wondering what to wear. I usually have to negotiate a beastly traffic jam, but the Divine One is at work again. The roads are clear in peak time traffic, and I zoom through, reaching the office in record time.

 

Workday woes turn to workday wins.

Surprise! My boss decides to give me the coveted corner office because it has the best view, and my otherwise hot-headed boss suddenly thinks I deserve a reward for my hard work. I smile to myself. I log in to my computer and am delighted to find that the most difficult emails have been addressed; my constantly overflowing inbox is now clear. Spammers have been blocked, and business meetings that I wasn’t looking forward to ended on a happy and positive note, while a couple of them have been cancelled too. That’s what you call divine providence! The Wi-Fi works like a dream, and the printer is just so well-behaved. I’m not afraid of deadlines and begin pepping up the spirits of colleagues in TED Talk lingo. Oh! Could it get any better?

 

After Hours

I’m able to beat rush hour traffic, almost flying over honking cars and giant buses. I come home to dimmed lights and a supper straight from the good book—roasted fish, unleavened bread drizzled with olive oil, and an array of herbs.

I’m inclined to watch a movie, and I find Netflix streaming The Ten Commandments. I’m too tired to surf, so I watch a little and then find myself dozing off, so I head to bed. Once again, I hear a chorus of angels lulling me to sleep. I drift off, dreaming of a bearded gentleman in a long white robe who always has my back.

Perhaps having God as our PA isn't about performing earth-shattering miracles; it's about infusing our everyday work, commitments, and relationships with that same sacred energy and divinity, thus channeling that same sacred energy.