A while back, I asked a few of my blogger friends to guest post for me. For some reason, this particular post is being spammed like crazy. I've gotten I don't know how many emails in the last week or two with comment notifications, all spam, grrrrr. So I deleted the original post and am re-publishing it today.
You can find Chrissy's blog here.
God's Perfect Timing
afternoon, after my husband arrived home from work, I decided to head
out and take back a Red Box DVD we rented the day before and grab a
Coke from Sonic. While I was out and about, I got a strange whim to get
my hair cut. I did not have an appointment; I just walked in and my
girl was able to squeeze me in! I arrived back home, hopped in the
shower, and then helped my husband get the kids ready for Wednesday
night church. He left with our two oldest kiddos, and then it was just
me an our baby at home. I put on some make-up and straightened my hair.
was to arrive early for choir that night, so instead of being at
church around 7:30, I moseyed on over there at about 6:45 - still
earlier than than the music minister asked, but I figured I'd visit
with some of the people who were there for Bible study.
Then, for some weird reason, I realized I forgot to put on deodorant.
Are you wondering what this has to do with God's timing?
debated with myself if I should go home. I sort of felt
self-conscious, but tried to rationalize that I just showered, and it's
not like I was going to work out or anything! I could just stay there
and not worry about it. But for some reason I felt like I should go
home. So I strapped my youngest boy in his car seat, hopped in the van,
and went back home.
As I was driving down the street
that connects to ours, I looked up ahead. In front of a green duplex, I
saw a small, 2-year-old boy wearing just a diaper. He was playing
joyfully in a mud puddle right on the road. I slowed down. I stopped. I
looked to see if his parents were out watching him play in the puddle,
but I thought to myself, "Who would let their 2-year-old child play in
There were no parents.
heart started beating fast (like it is now as I recall this story). "I
need to take this child to his mom!" I thought to myself. I slowly
pulled into the driveway, got out of my van, and gently took the boy up
to the door. I guess the mom heard my door shut and noticed a vehicle
in her driveway, because she met me at the door.
"He was just playing out here and I was worried," I said to her.
Her eyes got big. Her mouth dropped open as she realized what had happened.
"I was just cooking dinner and I didn't even notice! Thank you so much. Oh, my gosh. I just didn't know..."
I didn't even know what to say. This could happen to anyone.
"My two-year-old could sneak out, too. I'm just glad I was here."
went back to my van, backed out of the drive, and continued home. I
was in so much shock that I barely even remembered why I was heading
home in the first place.
Oh yeah. Deodorant.
cliche that "God works in mysterious ways" is an understatement here.
That boy could have wondered off, and to be quite honest, people don't
exactly drive slowly down that particular street. I know He put me
there at that exact time to take that boy to his front door.
gave all that detail at the beginning for a few reasons: 1. I have no
idea why I decided to get my hair cut that day. If I hadn't gotten it
cut, I would not have showered when I got home (because I like to wash
it myself when I get it cut); 2. Since I showered, I needed new
deodorant! I'm serious when I say I NEVER forget this...it's a part of
my routine, and I don't know why I forgot.
But really. I know why I forgot. God used such an odd thing. But He used it. And it was perfect.
Lord, I pray that I will always hear Your voice, even if it's just telling me to go home for deodorant...