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God is in the Details

Earlier this year it was brought home to me in a vivid way that God is concerned about the details of our lives. I came home from work early because I was going to catch a train to Portland at 2:30 for a memorial service at six o'clock. If all worked as planned I would only be a few minutes late for the service. On the way home I called my youngest son to ask him to come with me so he could drive my car back home and park it. He agreed. When I walked into the house I saw my oldest son. I didn't know he was there. I asked if he would take me instead of the younger son. He agreed to do so.

He started to go an unfamiliar way. I asked him where we were going. He said I'm taking you the back way. Everything looked unfamiliar. The next thing I know we were on what looked like a country road with lots of trees and very few houses. We both heard a flap, flap, flap. He asked, "Mother do you have a flat tire?" “I don't think so,” I replied. All of a sudden there was a deafening kalump,kalump. We could go no further on this desolate road. He pulled the car over to the side of the road. I said well maybe I'm not supposed to go to Portland. I looked at my cell phone for the time. It was about 2:11 p.m. We were stuck at the bottom of a very steep driveway in the middle of nowhere.

At the top of the driveway a man stood looking at us. My son got out of the car.Oh no I thought,"Don't be like your late father and ask that man to do anything for me." The man at the top of the driveway said something to my son. He walked up the driveway a little way. Then my son came back to the car and said, “Come on mother he's going to give you a ride.” I was thinking with all the crazy things in the world that man might be an axe murderer. Seeing my surprise my son laughed and said, “Come on mother it's okay. I used to work with him.” It turned out this was not even his friend Paul's house. He was there visiting a relative. Paul and my son had not seen each other for three years. Not only that, Paul actually lived in Tacoma, thirty minutes from Seattle. At 2:15 we pulled out of the driveway. We got to the train station a few minutes before the train came into view. As I got ready to board the train I whispered a prayer of thanks to my Father God. God had worked out the details for me and put a smooth transportation plan in place for me before I even knew I needed one.
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