Perfect Timing

God’s timing is perfect. When I was 15 my dog Pooh Bear was hit by a vehicle, it was an Easter Sunday. It broke my heart and I beg and pleaded with God that I never hit an animal, especially someone’s domesticated pet. It’s so hard when you love animals, to see them dead on a roadside or to witness a creature struck by a car or truck.

These past few weeks have been strange. Most recently my friend had surgery to remove wires placed inside her brain, before that a dear man died, before that my friend had brain surgery to place wires inside her head. All of these are important stress-filled events.

I’m driving on the highway, it was dark already, making the first part of a 5 hour drive. Sadly, at this point I’ll admit that I had just reached for my cell phone to call my grandparents. One hand on the steering wheel, I just see a creature dart in front of my car. I screamed, lifted my feet off the floor, but didn’t swerve. That was hard, because I wanted to do something for that animal (I still have no idea what it was), but what was I going to do? I was followed closely by another vehicle. So I kept going.

Tears of sorrow after having been at John’s wake had already come and gone, I was tired, but I knew I couldn’t cry over that animal. God’s timing is perfect. Any other place, any other time, I probably would have been close to hysterical. I must tell you, I’ve been bracing myself to run over an animal over the last year, I knew it was coming. Can’t tell you how, can’t tell you why (other than God’s gentle nudging), I just know that there’s a distinct possibility I would have caused a serious accident at a different time and place.

(I'm sorry little brown animal)