Where God Wants Me

I heard a story of a man on business whom I will never know, but I know God wanted me to hear his story. 

He was head of security at a company that had invited the remaining members of a company who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share their office space. With his voice full of awe, he told the stories of why these people were alive and their counterparts were dead. All the stories were just little things.

 

You might know about the head of the company who got in late that day because his son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts. The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning. He took the various means to get to work, but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive.

 

So now, when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone… all the little things that annoy me…I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.