Thank God for small mercies!

A perhaps-not-so-very-interesting-to-you story about life:

…and Erin’s a procrastinator. So what do procrastinators [like me] do? They like to procrastinate. So procrastinate she did, this Erin did. 

She left her final project to the very final end and rushed through her work like a jet. Like a jet, she left trails of mayhem behind, splattered all over the pages. The judgement day came, a dreadful short Friday, she still hadn’t finished, her hands coloring as fast as she can. She berated herself for being so foolish, and dumb and idiotic and a failure. Then in walks her mate, confused to why poor Erin was rushing, when the deadline was only on Monday.

"Phew!", Erin said, "What a relief! I rushed all this time for nothing." So she goes on home, and lives to tell, the story of her amazing God and His mercies. 

Now Monday is here, and she’s finished her work but she dreads having to meet her awful lecturer. But she strolled boldly down, to his office and found that he was sick and in bed! Hahaha, Erin shouted with glee in her heart, not for the fact that he’s sick. But because of the many many small mercies she’d received.