This week I had a super busy day. First, a doctor appointment which ran late and put me behind schedule. I’d hoped I wouldn’t be pushed making the next leg of my journey–lunch on the go as I drove to Portland, OR. I had an appt. at the Apple Store as my phone had quit working. By the time I hit the freeway I only had an hour and ten minutes to make my appt., and it was a full hour drive to where I’d park and catch the Max rail system going into downtown.
Once I finished at the Apple Store, I still had to make my way back to my car and rush to the airport to pick up my mother from an incoming flight. Have you ever prayed for a parking space in an area you KNOW can be difficult to find one? Well, I did. For the five minutes or so before arriving at the large parking lot near the Max stop I prayed. The trams run about every 6-8 minutes and catching one right after I arrived would make the difference in my making my appt or being late–and Apple doesn’t hold your appointment more than 5 minutes. You’re late, you miss your slot. Too bad.
I pulled into the lot, continuing to pray God would open a spot close to the crosswalk and not far from where I needed to board. I didn’t understand WHY I found one at the farthest edge of the lot. I ran, literally, as I saw the train pulled up and loading. I got there about 30 seconds too late.
That meant at least a 6 minute wait. I’d be late. I waited, wondering if I should catch the red train coming next, instead of waiting for the green one 6 minutes later. Both were heading west, surely the red would be fine? A young man–college age–was waiting a few feet away, so I asked him if he knew if I should take the red line, explaining where I needed to go. Nope. I’d end up zipping right past my stop, as that car went non-stop to a destination farther west.
I got on the correct car and we headed out, but I still wasn’t certain about my stop. The store told me 5th and Morrison. Several stops later I saw the sign flash saying 5th was coming up. I checked with the young man again who sat nearby–did he think I should take that stop, even though it didn’t say Morrison. Nope. I’d be walking at least a mile if I did. 5th ran east and west, and we were following it west. We chatted all the way to my stop–his name is Omar, I learned–and a student at a nearby college getting his teaching degree. He showed me where to get off, right across the street from the Apple Store.
Yep, I missed my appt., but it didn’t matter. They had an open slot 6 minutes after I arrived. If the Lord had answered my prayer and given me that parking place, I’d have either gotten on the wrong train and ended up miles past my destination, or gotten on the right train, and exited a mile or so early, and been walking. God knows what I need even when I don’t think he’s listening. I’m so glad He’s God and I can trust Him with every detail of my life!!