God's Timing

Oh too funny! I couldn't stop laughing while reading this story. It helped knowing what your grandma looks like. I visualized the whole thing! Excellent. I am 100% confident milk was coming out of God's nose as he was laughing (or you get my point.) I'll post a picture of a laughing Jesus. It's how I most like to think of him because I think he must laugh at me on a daily basis.

~~Here's a quick story about God's timing. I drove over an hour to pick my sister up several days ago. She lives over twelve hours away, but her friend had driven her to just over an hour away. My daughter, B had told me over and over in the morning that she wanted us all to wait for her as she exited the bus. She'd been feeling a little sad she wasn't going to have as much time with my sister so this was going to be the meaningful compromise, to have all of us eagerly awaiting her return from school.

I allowed over forty minutes of time padding to get home. We had plenty of time to get back. But as life goes we were held up in two stubborn patches of traffic. During the first slow down I got angry, pounding the steering wheel while flinging frustrated phrases at the windshield. I still wondered and held onto the possibility that we might make it home on time. Finally, when traffic cleared and the cars sped up my hope grew. Yes, I thought...we can make it.

Then, traffic crunch number two and with it came the tears, a call to a neighbor to make sure B would be escorted off the bus and questions thrown up to God. I so wanted to be there for her and I felt such deep frustration as a mother that it just wasn't going to happen.

It wasn't until we were a minute away from the house that I remembered sometimes B's bus driver goes one of two different ways. There was a freakish chance he'd chosen to go the way that would potentially, though doubtfully, but still potentially mean the bus had not dropped her off yet. I held onto that tiny flicker of hope, but didn't put much weight in it.

We pulled into the driveway and I could see our wonderful neighborly grandma lady waiting...WAITING! The bus had not yet come. We made it. WE MADE IT. One minute later the bus screeched to a stop.

Now I realize this may seem like such a small thing for me to have gotten upset about, but it was important for me to be there and somehow we made it. I attribute that somehow to God's perfect timing!

Hugs were had by all!

*photo by flickr