It was a normal morning… I got up, did some reading, worked on writings. Then got ready to take my car in for repairs. It was only supposed to take a few hours at most. Four and a half hours later, and it was finally done. And that was pretty much the day…no going to the gym because I still had work to do. No cleaning up or such.
Irritated that my perfectly planned day was not going to plan, I grabbed a sandwich, planning to go back home to work. Traffic was terrible and it took twice as long to get to the sandwich shop by my house. By the time I get there I was starving.
But then something happened. Something that made me realize why everything had gone so late. When I walked in, a disabled young man was there as well. Clearly in distress, he was trying to get the store owners to call the police, because he did not want to go home as his parents beat him and he did not feel safe.
Another patron and I calmed him down and called the police (the store owners refused??). We sat with him and talked. I bought him lunch and we waited with him until the police arrived to help. When the police arrived, we told them what happened, they talked to him and took it from there. Both the other patron and I waited to make sure everything was OK before we left and gave the young man a hug. He had been very brave.
Sometimes, when things are running late and taking way too long, as they often do, maybe there is a reason. I believe that God put both me and the other person there to help that young man at just the right time. I believe that was the reason everything took so long yesterday.
So take a deep breath and know that maybe there is a reason, even if we don’t know it and can’t see it. Maybe a bigger picture is being put together and we are a pixel in the brilliant tapestry.