All I can think during this whole interaction is I would have missed THIS. I would have missed her. I would have missed this precious child teaching me to have joy in the small things. Her sweet loving and happy heart to help me when I had a need, that I didn’t even think I had. I would have missed giving her the chance to bless her grandma by being such a big helper. I would have missed two minutes alone with her just doing lady things together. And it has not escaped my attention that this is why. This is God’s timing. He ordained my day. I’m at the point of fighting back tears.
The inclination of my flesh to sin says, you could have orchestrated these events better. If he really cared how your day went he wouldn’t have allowed these things to go wrong, maybe I should just run the show aka desire to rule over you. My mind and heart turn into the accuser of the brethren. I hate that my own mind and emotions are so deceptive and manipulative. I can agree fully with the Prophet Jeremiah when he says:
“The heart is more deceitful than all else And is desperately sick; Who can understand it?”