Mom needed a ride to the doctor; I needed to work. It was easier to agree to go that to try and explain how the articles I was working on had an actual dead line. It was less stressful to take her myself than to worry with finding another ride. It would be quicker to take my articles with me than to spend the time explaining my situation. When I walked into the doctor’s office, I was greeted by a smile from a friend I had lost contact with but often thought about. While my mother was getting her eye checked, I caught up with my friend. There was a reason that I needed to be the one to take my mother that day.
The other morning the kids woke up early and scurried around me wanting attention. It made me partly wish that I had been a little quieter when I was getting ready. It made me wish it was a weekend. It made me leave a few minutes later than I liked and I tried not to be irritated or concerned. Two miles from the house, I passed a wreck that I would have been in if I had left on time. There is a reason that I needed to spend time with the kids that morning.
The doctor’s office was running WAY behind. The secretary was nice enough when she said “we’ll be right with” but a quick scan of the room said that was probably not completely true. I chose an empty seat and planned to make the most of it. The lady next to me and I struck up a lively conversation. The hour long wait gave us plenty of time to share tales and lessons. Just over a month later, I saw her in the grocery store. She shared how that day was a low point for her but our conversation helped her find hope. There was a reason I needed to wait in THAT chair on THAT day.
Every moment of my life has a purpose. Some days that purpose escapes me and I spend the day complaining about all the inconveniences that come my way. Some days I refuse to look for the purpose and go through blinded by my own agenda. A few days, I am blessed to walk each step with the knowledge and understanding that there is a reason.