Tonight, I was sitting at BART waiting for fares. The time came to 1:20 when the last train comes in so I decided to swing by Farrington's Pub in Pleasant Hill to see if it was hopping. It was off the hook. As I pull up and park right in front a guy flags me. Four people jump in my back seat and one riding shotgun. Shotgun tells me that everyone needs to go somewhere different. I'm thinkin' Score! This is going to run up my meter. Before I made my way to Farrington's I considered going somewhere else, but felt compelled to go there for no apparent reason. I feel that God was telling me that an Irish Pub is where I needed to go. LoL. He gives me every fare.
“And my God shall supply all your needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” - Philippians 4:19
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