I find it hard to accept that your control of human events is ultimately more than moment-by-moment, that even your children will have schedules go awry and plans go up in smoke. And I’m sure I have just a scant comprehension of how many times one of your permitted red lights saved me some real grief.
But there’s the Bible story of Joseph—helping me to praise You for the reality that all things work together for good to those who love the Lord. And all of life’s detours still inevitably lead to your heavenly kingdom.
Now I’ve got to jump in the car and clear out to LAX instead of Ontario. Sigh.
In Jesus’ name, Amen!
David B. Smith writes from Southern California.