Today a co-worker of mine told me her 9/11 story. She has a plane ticket from Boston to Los Angeles framed on her wall. It’s a reminder to her that she’s here for a purpose, though that purpose often escapes her.
She missed her flight on the morning of September 11, 2001, because she had to take an earlier flight to make a very important doctor’s appointment in Los Angeles that afternoon. She couldn’t reschedule that appointment, so she left the night before her originally scheduled flight. What had been a frustrating series of events turned out to be a series of events that kept her from an untimely death in the prime of her life.
I’ve heard other stories from that fateful September day that remind me that the next time I’m stuck in traffic, or I miss an appointment, or I end up someplace I hadn’t planned on one afternoon that God might have other plans and I just need to calm down and let things flow as they do. If I do that, maybe one day I’ll be telling my story of how I know, beyond the shadow of any doubt, God had his shield of protection around me.