After getting off of work on Sunday morning, I wanted some fresh air and time to think, so I packed up and headed out to walk to church. For those of you who know how far it is from my house to the church would know that it was a crazy idea. 6 miles of walking after having skipped a couple of nights of sleep! Looking back, it was evident that I hadn't thought everything through right.
But I set out on my way, whistling and enjoying myself. After walking a good 2 miles, I realized that I wasn't going to get there in time. I thought through the people I could call for a ride, but the sound guy was busy, my small group leaders would be in the middle of Sunday school, the college and career leaders wouldn't have room with the two car seats in the back of their tiny car, the youth leaders were facilitating the youth Sunday school as well, and the bass player was in practice. So I kept walking for a bit, pondering what to do.
I was just coming to terms with interrupting my small group leaders with a text when I saw a bus stop ahead of me. Knowing that I had three dollars in my pocket, and seeing that there was someone at the bus stop, I went up to the young man and asked him for help. I don't know what he thought of me, obviously college age and not knowing how to use the bus, but he readily explained everything to me, which buses went where and which bus I should get on and how much it would cost. Then he gave me two quarters so I wouldn't loose $.50 because of my dollar bills. As I got on the bus I confirmed my destination with the driver; and turning around to thank the young man I found that he had disappeared.
Though it may be that he had places to go and people to see, I'd like to think that God sent him there to that particular stop so that I would be taken care of.
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