As I stand here, underneath my front porch, listening and watching in awe as the rain pours down in front of me, I can't help but think about how I got to this point and how magnificent God really is.
I've been looking forward to today for a few days now. My boyfriend has been off visiting his friend for a few days and I had this big surprise date planned for us this afternoon when he got home. Of course I would plan something outside on a day like today when it's absolutely pouring rain. He had no idea what I'd planned for tonight, and I'd rather not say in case he happens upon this blog anytime soon. When I called him to tell him the news (that our plans had changed), I started to cry some just because I was disappointed. He laughed (I guess because he felt sorry for me and knew I was being somewhat dramatic), and reassured me we'd still have a good time.
Unconvinced, he began to tell me of a wreck he saw on his way home this afternoon. Apparently a man in his truck had "fish-tailed" on the interstate when cut off because of another driver's blind-spot. He said he saw the man & his truck go front-end first into the median, throwing the man's head through the windshield and slinging him back into his seat. We talked about it for a little longer, and then I hung up the phone so he could finish driving. Then it hit me...I'm sitting her upset because something minor, like the weather, upset my plans that could easily be carried out another day, while someone's life was just possibly altered forever. I'm praying the man in the accident was okay, but if he wasn't...his family's lives will permenently be altered...plans they might have made could quite possibly never be carried out.
After contemplating this for a minute or so I went to stand underneath my front porch just to listen to the storm...let's just say that I'm completely over my change of plans for the evening. My prayers go out to that man and his family. Things may not always turn out as planned, but I need to be a little more flexible when they don't.