Crazy pain yesterday.
Went to neighbors to hang and vent.
Watched a funny thing happen with neighbors kid. Laughed.
Next Day:
Daughter goes to neighbors to play this morning.
Neighbor calls to send daughter home a few hours later.
I answer the phone which is rare.
I tell mother the story of what her son did yesterday.
Said goodbye and she sent my daughter home.
Opened door to watch her cross the street.
Watching her cross the street when a hurting man walks by my house at the same exact time.
Ask man, how are you doing? He starts crying.
Talked about hating God, suicide last week and all Hell is breaking loose.
Tears shed, prayers and hugs given.
He will be in church around a new tribe this weekend.
New man walks away with a new stride.
That’s the mystery of how God works in split seconds. You can’t script that.
So glad he put all us right where He wanted to at exactly the right split second.
We are ALL involved in HIS STORY whether we know it or not.