Many speak of God’s mysterious ways. Many times, events seem terrible when they happen, and then I look back later, and see the wisdom in the sequence of events. This afternoon and evening was one of those times.
Everything seemed to spiral out of control. I had lined up someone to help me hang yard-sale signs on our mobile home park fences around 6 p.m., right after he came home from work. I put the signs on my porch, getting all my ducks in a row. I fixed dinner for Jane and me 10 minutes early so I would be ready. I began trying to reach this man at 4:30, when he’d planned to be home from work, to confirm our 6 p.m. time. He still wasn’t home by 5:30 - I became really worried that it would be too dark to do it if we waited past 6, but I didn’t want to push him, tired as I knew he would be.
Before he could get here, we had an emergency at home (not critical, but tedious) and I left one of several messages on his phone that I would be unavailable for half an hour. By that time, it was getting dark. I gave up and called my middle-aged nephew at work and asked if he’d help me put them up when he came home at 10 tonight.
To make a long story short - what seemed a mess worked out the way it needed to work out. If I had gone when I was supposed to, I wouldn’t have been home to take care of Jane. While I was doing that, my neighbor came home, quietly took the signs and put them up for me, alone (I had planned to help). So, everything got done, in its own time, and the way it needed to be.
I owe my neighbor, big time. I owe his wife, too, for her patience with my frantic calls.
Father, thank you for taking care of things for me, but please fill me with more patience and grace, so that I do not annoy people when I am so worried.
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