Recently, I heard a message where the speaker challenged us to pay attention when God interrupts our schedule. I don’t know about you, but my typical response when things veer off course for me is a bit of angst. I’m pretty adaptable, but I rarely have a time cushion for interruptions, so they tend to throw me a little. So, this message rattled me and I’ve been praying that when God interrupts my schedule, I will have a heart that’s tuned in so I can learn what He’s working on in the situation.
So, when I was severely interrupted yesterday, I thought, “okay Lord, this must be big stuff.” You see, I was supposed to fly to California on a business trip. I arrived in plenty of time (2 hours ahead) and made my way into the first of the four garages to find a parking space. And I circled. And circled. And went to another garage. Then another. After about 30 minutes, I began to pray out loud. I always find a spot. After an hour, I felt a twinge of panic. I was now pushing it. Twenty minutes later, I had to give up – I missed the window needed to check my bag, clear security and catch the train to my gate. I was frustrated and embarrassed to call my associates to tell them I would not be making the trip after all.
As I drove home, I kept thinking, “Lord, this must be a biggie because this is a pretty hefty interruption.” When I got home, I fully expected to hear about an accident or mishap on the plane, or an earthquake in California. Nothing. Silence.
When I went inside the house, I noticed my daughter had left her homework folder. I didn’t think much about it, quickly grabbed it and ran it to her at school. She was stunned to see me. She thought I was on the trip, so my bringing her the folder was completely unexpected and relieving. I got a very big hug and thank you for the gesture. She could have missed recess for her error - a big deal in second grade. Also, of course, her grade would suffer.
I didn’t think much more about it, after returning to work for the afternoon. The evening was full of football practice, making dinner, cleaning up - the usual. But then it was bedtime.
As I tucked Abby in, we talked a little, prayed and after kissing her and telling her I love her, I started to leave.
“Mommy,” she said.
“Yes honey,” I replied.
“Thank you for bringing me my folder today. That was the best thing that happened all day,” she said.
“You’re welcome baby. I’m glad I was here to do it for you,” I said.
“Me, too,” she answered. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I sniffed (trying not to cry).
As I left her room, teary but thankful, I felt a tug on my heart. “You were her miracle today.” I thought, wow. Lord, thank you for interrupting me for her. A precious reminder for me to never underestimate the significance of the things you do for your kids. It may seem like nothing to you, but it could mean everything to them. And, that said, we should never stop seeking God in the everyday moments. What seems insignificant or small to us could mean everything.