One day, around 1:30 p.m., I felt that God wanted me to invite Sunny, an artist of the Art department, out during the break time at 3 p.m.; but I didn’t call her. At 2:00 p.m., God talked to me again, but I still didn’t call her since I thought I could invite her for lunch tomorrow. At 2:30 p.m., God told me to call her again. So I invited her to have some tea.

She told me that she did not sleep that night. Her father was seriously sick, and her father would not go to any hospitals because he did not know which department he should go to, and he did not know any doctors. I asked her which hospital was the best in Tainan, the city her father lived in. She said, “Chi Mei Medical Center.” The name sounded familiar to me. The last time I had had a business trip in Tainan, one of my friends told me that he was recruited to work at a hospital, Chi Mei Medical Center.

We went to my office, and I called my friend. My friend asked his secretary to contact Sunny’s father immediately and follow up on how he was doing. The next morning Sunny’s father took a taxi to the hospital. The secretary waited for him at the gate of the hospital, and everything was arranged perfectly.

Sunny hugged me and told me that she knew God loved her very much, but she never really experienced it until then. As for me, I’m very happy that I listened to God’s whisper.