Going Back to Ipswich


Whilst sitting in Paul's house, I wondered whether I should phone the Transinfo Line to see what time I'd be able to get a train at Yeerongpilly back into the City, then back to Ipswich, where I was staying with Scott's mum, Mrs Joan Donald. But rather than make a phone call, on the inside of me I just knew to leave Paul's house at 8:20pm.

I wondered why I shouldn't just get a lift with Paul into the City when he would be driving there to fetch his wife from work at 10pm, rather than go to Yeerongpilly Station. Presently Paul's phone rang - it was his wife telling him not to come and pick him up because she'd decided to get the bus home.

The time came where I felt I'd accomplished all the conversation I was purposed to have at Paul's that night, so I prepared to leave. Paul offered to drive me as far as Yeerongpilly Station. I glanced at the time - it was 8:20pm.

Paul accompanied me to the platform, knowing how long and lonely the wait can be for a train sometimes. But only a minute later came the announcement, "The Brisbane Train, stopping at all stations, will arrive in approximately two minutes". Paul looked at me in admiration of the Spirit's timing and leading.