In February this year, Shaun and a few of our friends went to Melaka to speak at a church camp.

As a follow up from the Bootcamp we had there last year, the leaders planned a full on Bible study weekend camp for all their church members. I really have a love for the SDA Melaka church. We seem to have many encounters with God when we are invited there.

Something we have noticed in ministry is that: Whenever one of us is due to do something very important, we will usually almost have a disagreement or misunderstanding right before - whether it is one of us preaching, teaching in CG, teaching bible study, or having prayer meeting.

Knowing that Shaun would be gone a whole weekend and knowing this often occurence, we would try our best to communicate better. However, just before Shaun was due to leave for Melaka, we got into a little squabble. I cannot remember what we squabbled about, but I can remember that we were both a little unhappy. We gave each other a small hug and Shaun drove off in his car.

I remember tearing up, thinking that if Shaun would get into a car accident, the last interaction we had was an argument and a small hug. I said a little prayer for God to protect him, but if God were to take his life, then for him to know that I love him.

We did not talk much that whole day because Shaun had to go up and speak the moment he arrived, and so we were both very busy. We were only able to catch up and chat later that night, and this story we shared with each other still warms our hearts to this day.

Shaun starts off our conversation by saying that I saved his life earlier today. Needless to say, I asked him what he meant by that. He said that he was feeling very sleepy and tired on the road driving down to Melaka after a long day of work. He was nodding off while driving (which is a rare occurence for Shaun, because he absolutely loves driving) and something (read: Someone) reminded him of a bottle of juice that he had next to him. That bottle of juice kept him awake (and alive) throughout his drive and he arrived safely.

I was shocked, because this was my perspective.

Shaun had come home earlier to pack for his Melaka trip. (Read: throw some clothes into his bag because he was late, lol). It was then that we had our argument. I remember having a very strong impression to blend some fruit juice for him. I didn't want to, because I was angry at him, but it was a very strong impression, almost audible. Make juice for Shaun. Make juice for Shaun.

Why should I? He was being mean and I was upset at him. The impression would not go away. Begrudgingly I walked over to the fridge. I did not like juicing fruits because cleaning the juicer was very bothersome but there were overripe fruits in the fridge - meaning that I could just blend them all together in the blender and cleanup was very easy.

I threw some cut up fruits into the new small blender that we had just gotten a few days ago. However, this new blender stopped working. I frowned. Making juice was just troublesome. I pulled out my large blender from the top cupboard and I made a very simple fruit smoothie - overripe mangos, bananas, and I forget what else. Now Shaun had a proper bottle of fruit juice to take with him on his road trip.

I told him about the fruit juice and set it on the table where his bag was. He said his thanks, hugged me, and left. He grabbed his bag but had forgotten his bottle of juice. I ignored it and went back to cleaning up. A few minutes later, he came back in, grabbed his bottle of juice, said bye once more, and left.

Apparently Shaun had realized that he forgot his juice, but instead of driving on, somehow decided to turn back and grab his bottle of juice for the road.

And now I know why I was so heavily impressed to make a bottle of fruit juice for Shaun.

It seems like something very small that I want to sensationalize. I hope whoever is reading does not take it that way.

I am just recording a very happy memory of how God can impress the littlest of things in our hearts that becomes a bigger blessing later. And in this case, it was a small bottle of juice that kept my husband awake and away from danger.