Perfect Timing

I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but I am a very impatient person. I absolutely despise traffic. If you have something to tell me, get right to the point. And don’t even get me started on airports, DMV’s, and amusement parks.

However, as time goes on (pun intended), I realized that sometimes the inconvenient delays aren’t such an inconvenience after all.

We’ve all heard stories about nothing-short-of-miraculous timing. Reading about near misses of 9/11, for example, are reminders of how quickly plans change. Being in the “right place at the right time” isn’t just a coincidence, and today, God decided to first-handedly remind me of this.

Driving casually to Target to pick up groceries for tonight’s dinner, my mom decided to stop and make a “quick” errand. Not thrilled about the idea of stopping, I chose to just keep quiet and hope that she followed through with the whole “it’ll only take a minute” promise. As it turns out, it actually didn’t take long at all, and we found ourselves sitting at the lights, waiting to turn towards the grocery store.

“Gosh, these lights take forever to change.” My mom noted.

“Oh I know. Especially when…”

I never got to finish that sentence, because a speeding car careened right into the front of a turning truck, not even twenty feet from where we sat. I felt myself gasp as we watched the car slam up onto the curb next to us, completely totaling the vehicle. The truck wasn’t much better off either, and I quickly unbuckled and got out as my mom dialed 911. With airbags smoking and shattered glass, metal, and carbon lining the street, the man behind us rushed to the unconscious driver of the car. People stopped their cars, and police sirens could be heard wailing in the distance.

Watching the scene with a shaking hand over my mouth, I registered how quickly it happened. How if the light had changed a second sooner, that could have been us.

In absolute dumbfounded shock and awe, I realized that there’s a reason for every delay, setback, and inconvenience, even though we don’t always see it that way.

Both driver’s are going to be okay, even though they probably won’t stop shaking until tomorrow. My heart goes out to both of them, and though it was not fun to witness, I know that everything happens for a reason.

As much as an “always in a rush control-freak” as I am, I’m slowly learning to roll with the punches, and trust that God’s schedule is so much greater and important than my puny little plans.


Maddie Rheinheimer

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