Pants for Beach
Two days ago, as I was walking to preside at my usual Tuesday midday service at Mt Hope hospital, I was engrossed in thought of the afternoon that lay ahead. A friend had invited Sandee and me to spend the afternoon and the entire following day at a beautiful holiday beach house on the North coast. We planned to leave at 2:30pm for the 2hour drive.
Earlier that morning I mentioned to Sandee that I did not have a suitable suitable swim trunks and I would have to purchase one. She told me that I would have to visit the shopping mall. Approaching the short tunnel, which I have described in previous posts, I was considering the time. The service would last until 1pm, then the walk back to the car, drive to the mall, locate a shop and select a pants, return home and pack. The time pressure and the thought of the activities became stressful.
As I entered the dim tunnel I heard the voice. Pants for Beach, hey you, I am selling pants for beach. I looked across and saw a woman addressing another man. I immediately stopped in my tracks. I have passed through this tunnel on innumerable occasions and never saw her, or her Pants for Beach. I realized that even though she did not know it, she was speaking to me.
I approached her and after inspecting the Pants for Beach, I decided to purchase it, there was just one problem, I did not have the cash. However, after the service, I located an ATM machine, that I did not know existed, and on my way back, I was able to walk away with my Pants for Beach.
The following morning, as I walked along the shore, with the beach all to myself, wearing my Pants for Beach, I reflected on the power of Divine Providence. I had been struggling to make a business decision on an opportunity that had come my way. Here as the sea surf washed against the sand and the wind blew through the coconut trees I had my answer.
