How to be blessed by missing the bus


Missed it by that much.

My bus home came and left without me. I hate that. I’d rather miss it by a lot, than see it but not be able to get to it in time.

I had a tight schedule but I heard a whisper in my spirit, “Don’t stress about it Ann, there’s time.” So I settled myself to wait the 15 minutes for the next one.

“Excuse me, but is this E1?”

“Yes” I replied, pointing to the large sign in front of us.

He was a polite young man with a broad smile and a thick accent, armed with a timetable and metro card, but not much idea how to use them.

It was swiftly apparent that this was his first time using our bus system. So we checked his timetable and I explained what he needed to do once he got on the bus.

There was enough time for what he needed, and then my bus arrived.

“God bless you,” he said. And as I climbed on the bus, I knew He had.