Around my area, we have traffic. A lot of traffic. And with the traffic, we have a lot of auto accidents. The radios run the traffic reports as often as the weather reports and the list of accidents is as common (or some days more) as the chance of rain! Unfortunately, traffic accidents become routine and honestly do not impact me too often (I did say this was unfortunate)….unless, of course, such an accident creates a traffic snarl where I am headed. If such an accident interrupts my day, then I take notice.
Its sad but true – often my real concern is whether or not my plans will be interrupted…or I will be late. For most of us, we do not enjoy life interrupted.
Last Friday, I had plans to spend one last day with Paul and Nellie. I wanted to help them finish some packing and, really, simply enjoy some last minute time together. However, I woke up feeling crummy. Stomach woes were definitely not part of my plan for that day. I tried pushing myself and simply felt worse and finally I had to call and cancel my plans. Life interrupted.
I was discouraged – and irritated. I really like for my days to go according to plan. I decided to lie down for a bit and, although I’m not normally a daytime napper, I was just dozing off when the phone rang. Talk about an interruption – and one that sorely tries my patience.
I was so glad to talk with him – to hear, for sure, that he was okay. I was grateful to be home and available in order to meet him and pick him up. Had I been at Paul and Nellie’s house, I would have been way on the other side of town and probably would have not even heard my phone (that happens alot??!) Yes, I was thankful to have had my plans interrupted so I was there when my husband needed me.
Accidents always give us cause to stop and think – and I’ve done that quite a bit since Friday. As a very task oriented person…it is easy to be so focused and so purposed in order to complete our tasks for the day that interruptions…major and minor….can be such an irritation, we can miss so much.
We can miss God at work – not only in our life but in the lives of others around us. We can miss a miracle about to happen. We can overlook how God intervened to protect us and divert us. We can miss opportunities that would not have been ours without our plans being changed.
I don’t want to miss these things. Oh, I am not praying for routine, daily interruptions…but when they do come along, I’m praying for more patience, more wisdom and an expectancy to see what God might have planned instead.
I also want to remember when I hear about those daily car accidents – those are people who have truly had life interrupted. God grant me more compassion – and, once again, patience (do you see a recurring request here??)
This is Hubbie’s car. And, yes, the truck at the beginning of the post is the pickup that started the chain reaction – running into the car behind Hubbie…which caused that car to hit him and pushed Hubbie’s car into the car in front of him!! We are thanking the Lord for his care and protection for my husband. Not even a sore muscle. God is good.