My daughter, granddaughter, and I were getting ready to leave my house one morning to meet my husband and son in-law at the lake. We looked forward to swimming, boating, and enjoying the warm, summer day.

In spite of our best efforts, though, we kept getting delayed. Spilled juice, a necessary diaper change for the baby, misplaced car keys because of cleaning up the spilled juice, retrieving the sunscreen the baby took out of the bag and threw in the toy box all put us nearly thirty minutes behind schedule.

By the time we were finally backing the car out of the garage my daughter was frustrated and annoyed. She is a planner and likes predictability. I reminded her that these things are God’s way of slowing us down to make sure we are where we need to be when He wants us to be there.

Soon, we came upon a bad car accident in which two people died. According to the police on the news that night, the accident had happened just about the time my daughter, granddaughter, and I would have been at that crossroads, had we not been delayed.

God’s timing is perfect. We may not understand His reasons, but they are always for our good.