Court

This morning, I sit in the court house, waiting to appear before the judge for a momentary lapse of awareness of everything that was happening around me. An intersection I find myself at almost as often as I leave my house became mundane, its crossing a thoughtless task. My mind occupied by things more urgent, my contribution to the festival that would crown my daughters' soccer season. Had I remembered the drinks when I picked up the other things on the list that was etched on a fragment of my brain, that morning would not have found me at the intersection of Bass, East Brianerd and Old Birds Mill. I would have wridden to the soccer field with careful driving husband. And maybe, I would not be sitting here in court today if I had.

Instead, this morning may have found me sitting at my computer or around our makeshift classroom that we rarely use for its intended purpose, dining. But maybe, this morning would not have found me at all. Maybe God erased the drinks from my mental list to direct my paths in a different direction that morning. Maybe, an alternate scenario would have put me or my family in harms way. Maybe, inconvenience and material damage saved my life that day. Or maybe, the 6 months of careful driving that will dismiss my failure to yield citation will guard me in the future. What was lost -- the money, the pristine appearance of my vehicle, the 10 minutes of sanity -- rarely cross the threshold of thought now a days. But, they do today.

We never know what evil God protects us from on a daily basis. What He allows is evident and can nurture or hamper our faith. The real question is, do I believe that God is good and that in that goodness He orchestrates the details of my life for His glory and my salvation? Today, I choose to be grateful that I sit here in a court room with my three precious daughters that God has chosen to renew my lease on.