Thursday, May 13, 2010
Coincidence? I think not.
11:34 AM | 
Posted by
Andrea
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It was, what we thought, a regular Wednesday. My sister and I were getting ready to attend the final night of FWF, a group for young girls at our church which we both are leaders for. It starts at 6:30 promptly. Every Wednesday we leave our house at 6:15 to arrive right on time. But on this particular night we were ready to go early, at 6:00. Since it was the final evening of the program, there would be a barbecue and slide show to reminisce about the year; we decided to leave early in case there were some last minute things we could help with. We got into our car and drove down the driveway. Normally we would turn left which is the most efficient way to travel to church. We spotted a construction zone a little way down the street and, anticipating an inevitable delay, decided to turn right. We were on our way, singing along with our choice artists at the top of our lungs when, out of our rear view mirrors we spotted a person laying on the ground behind a parked car. We focused closely on the face and recognized this person to be one of our friends! We reversed quickly down the street and pulled into a nearby parking lot. We jumped out of our car and rushed to the scene. He was bleeding from his mouth, shards of glass strewn around, his bike resting on the road. Four men came running out from the restaurant across the street. They said they had just witnessed the accident. As they described it, he flew off of his bike, into the air and hit the ground. We frantically tried to reach his parents with no answer. He was woozy, not realizing what had happened. My sister and I coaxed him into our car and drove him home; his dad was there and we explained what had happened. Thankfully, it wasn't too serious; only a few broken teeth and fractured maxilla.
This scenario reminded me that this was just one part of God's massive, intricate plan for all our lives. It reminded me that He has everything mapped out, like a blueprint for my life. All I need to do is trust and follow the signs He gives me and I will always be at the right place at the right time.
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It was, what we thought, a regular Wednesday. My sister and I were getting ready to attend the final night of FWF, a group for young girls at our church which we both are leaders for. It starts at 6:30 promptly. Every Wednesday we leave our house at 6:15 to arrive right on time. But on this particular night we were ready to go early, at 6:00. Since it was the final evening of the program, there would be a barbecue and slide show to reminisce about the year; we decided to leave early in case there were some last minute things we could help with. We got into our car and drove down the driveway. Normally we would turn left which is the most efficient way to travel to church. We spotted a construction zone a little way down the street and, anticipating an inevitable delay, decided to turn right. We were on our way, singing along with our choice artists at the top of our lungs when, out of our rear view mirrors we spotted a person laying on the ground behind a parked car. We focused closely on the face and recognized this person to be one of our friends! We reversed quickly down the street and pulled into a nearby parking lot. We jumped out of our car and rushed to the scene. He was bleeding from his mouth, shards of glass strewn around, his bike resting on the road. Four men came running out from the restaurant across the street. They said they had just witnessed the accident. As they described it, he flew off of his bike, into the air and hit the ground. We frantically tried to reach his parents with no answer. He was woozy, not realizing what had happened. My sister and I coaxed him into our car and drove him home; his dad was there and we explained what had happened. Thankfully, it wasn't too serious; only a few broken teeth and fractured maxilla.
So why? Why did we leave our house fifteen minutes early that evening? Why did we notice construction, resulting in us turning right instead of left? Coincidence? Serendipity? A fluke? Good fortune? I think not. I believe it was providence. God divinely intervened that night to ensure my sister and I were in the right place at the right time. What we thought was a regular drive to church, slightly altered by some construction, was part of God's plan to protect one of His children.
This scenario reminded me that this was just one part of God's massive, intricate plan for all our lives. It reminded me that He has everything mapped out, like a blueprint for my life. All I need to do is trust and follow the signs He gives me and I will always be at the right place at the right time.
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