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My hubby and I accidentally missed a turn when we were moving with our Ryder truck and car...from CA to Minneapolis. It ended up taking us about 60 miles out of our way. In the end, we found out that because we missed the turn, we missed the twister that went through the city we would have gone through! If we had taken the correct turn, we flown to Kansas! How's that for a story!
A friend of mine told me a story similar to the one here and I told it to my kids and asked them to think about that when they are driving and get behind a "sunday driver" on the highway or get aggravated by little annoyances in life. think i will print it off, i know a few people that need it .
I'm going to interject something here. Please don't take it as argumentative or attempting to negate the positive message others get from this. This is something that has bothered me for a long time about "divine intervention" stories: If I am to accept that "God", "fate", or whatever higher power intervened to save these people, then I would also have to believe that this power chose not to intervene in the fate of several thousand other men and women, in essence condemning them. Just doesn't fit with the concept of a benevolent God to me. Just one of those late night philosophical questions that probably have no answer. I have the same problem with "miracle cure" stories - why this child and not that one?
Audreyfay
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I thought this was too precious to not pass on:
"Where God wants me to be......"
I happened to call a man on business that I didn't know and have not, nor will ever, talk to again. But this day, he felt like talking. He was head of security of a company that had invited the remaining members of a company who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share their office space. With his voice full of awe he told me stories of why these people were alive and their counterparts were dead and all the stories were just little things.
As you might know, the head of one company got in late that day because his son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts. There were other stories that I hope and pray will someday be gathered and put in a book. The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is
alive today.
Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to
answer a ringing telephone ... all the little things that annoy me ... I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.
May God continue to bless us with all those annoying things.