Nuts and Bolts

Nuts and Bolts

     A while back, I packed my bags to go spend a few days with my daughter Emily and her family.  I was scheduled to have a procedure at the hospital at 11:30 and then leave from there to Payson, which is about 2 hours away. I had to drink this nasty stuff before the scan, and then found out they had to give me more in my veins when I arrived at the hospital.  They made me drink so much of it, I got sick afterwards and had to throw up.  Anyway,  I felt too yucky to leave for Payson so I just drove home to rest.  

A few great missionaries from Alabama
Look at that beautiful tree

     Early the next morning my husband took my car to our mechanic to check on a noise we had been hearing whenever we went through a gutter or turned right or left.  The mechanic checked it out and said “You are lucky the whole front of your car didn’t crash to the ground.  The wheel assembly, with brakes and all,was barely hanging on. There are suppose to be 5 big bolts and nuts holding the front end together and all that is left is one bolt that is ready to fall off.   All it would take is one more bump and your front end would be on the ground.” 

     When my husband told me of his findings I realized I would have been on the freeway the day before for 2 hours and most likely would have been in a serious accident.  Instead, I got sick to my stomach from drinking too much contrast and felt I needed to postpone my trip to Payson.   Was that a coincidence?  Or was it providence?  I think the latter.  I feel like I am always being protected from day to day.

  Many years ago I heard the definition of coincidence…it was to co-in-side, fit together perfectly, as scheduled, as planned.  So using that definition, I guess it could have been a coincidence through providence, because everything happened perfectly for my safety and well being.