Two weeks later, my husband decided I needed to visit my family in Missouri. It did my heart much good to spend time with my family. But time marched on and it was time to drive back to Mayport Florida. We were over halfway home when a general sense of unease came over me. The closer we got, the more anxious I felt. Something’is wrong, I told my husband. He patted my leg and told me I was fretting over nothing. Images started flashing through my mind, and I felt sick for the rest of the drive. I just knew our home had been broken into.
- My husband came home a day early and surprised me. Five hours later...He held me tight and sang to me. Now I saw that God brought him home a day early so I would not suffer alone through the experience. But I did not see God at the time.
- I ran to the door of the home we coasted in front of…He offered to drive us back home. He called out a Merry Christmas and drove away. Looking back now I saw that God coasted that car to a house where a compassionate soul lived. One who would minister to us in our need. But I did not see God at the time.
- The closer we got, the more anxious I felt. Something is wrong, I told my husband. Months later, we moved into base housing. But I did not see God at the time.
- Write about a point in your life when you have experienced the “bird’s eye view”. It can be a time you were flying, or a time when you looked back on your life and have seen how the pieces fit together. You have already proven your creativity, so I know you aren’t lacking in that department.