My mom needed a ride to the doctorâ€™s office, but I needed to get some work done. It was easier to just pack up some of my work and take it with me than to try and create a different way to get her to the doctor. When I walked into the doctorâ€™s office, I was greeted by the smile of a friend I hadnâ€™t seen in two years. It was a pure joy to visit with her and it was the reason I needed to take my mother on that day.
The other morning the kids all woke up early and they all had to spend time with me before I left for my meeting. All the distractions got me out the door later than I had planned. Two miles from our home I came across a serious wreck. If I had been on MY schedule then I would have be in the wreck instead of just driving by it. There was a reason I needed to be with my kids that morning for that time.
Not too long ago I was stuck in the doctorâ€™s office waiting room. Surprisingly, the office was running way behind. By being on time for my appointment, I had an hour to pass before going back. I struck up a conversation with the lady sitting next to me. We shared stories that were filled with humor and uplifting ends. A few months after our visit, I passed her in the grocery story. She stopped me to explain how that time together had given her the motivation to push on through the bitter times she had been experiencing. There was a reason I was at THAT doctor in THAT chair and they were running behind.
There is a purpose for every moment of my life. There are times when I need to be lifted or helped and there are other times when I am there to do the lifting. Sometimes I see the reason and try to ignore it. Sometimes I just miss what is in front of my face. But there are those times that I see and embrace and even understand why I am where I am. There is always a reason.