Sunday, March 29, 2009
It happened so quickly and within a moment, it was gone. But we are supposed to recognize, aren't we? That nothing is without His plan. Nothing happens randomly. It is His plan. Nothing is pure circumstance. It is His plan. Nothing is without His Hands, guiding and redirecting, swerving and moving them to the left and to the right. Leaving the stranded, broken vehicle in the middle of the busy interstate. Giving the driver several more precious moments to move it out of the lane of traffic. He moved the semi-truck moments before it slammed violently into the back of the car, certainly leaving little but fatal tragedy in it's wake. I watched it with my own eyes. I watched as the cars jeered left and right, away from the stranded vehicle that held my loved ones. They were a mere hundred yards away but they may have easily been a hundred miles. I could not reach them. I could not touch them. I could not protect them from sitting in the middle of the mess. Only He could. Only He did. It was mere moments before thoughts were gathered, a plan devised and we were able to get the broken car out of the lanes of traffic. And then the tears of relief. The overwhelming sense of near tragedy. The recognition that it was not their time. It was not their time. It was not His plan. It was His plan. It was His plan. It was His plan. Thank you Great Father. Thank you. Thank. You.
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