The List

Earlier this week, we were running late leaving for preschool (as usual). I had made an extensive to-do list, complete with my shopping needs at each of my two dozen stops, but apparently left it on the counter as I was rushing out the door. I typically make the list on my phone but had just jotted it down in a hurry that morning.

Then of course, it was trash day, and I had forgotten that I needed to pull my neighbor's trash can to the street for them. As I was backing out of their driveway, later than usual, I realized that my list was still at home and mentally made a note to swing back by to grab it after the kids were at school. At that exact same moment, Jackson tells me from the backseat that, "Mommy, you forgot your list." I ask him how he knew that and he just shrugged. But he insisted that I go get my list so I "know what to buy". I told him I'd get it later and started pulling out of the neighborhood. But he started urgently urging me to "turn around at go get your list." Something told me to listen to him, so we did a 180 and ran home to get that list.

After I dropped the boys off, I could not help but wonder if Jackson's urging to fetch my list was divine intervention. That one little deviation in the timing of my morning may have changed the path of my life. Did I avoid a fatal car accident by being 5 minutes later? Did I dodge something else since my route was different by not going back by my house? Or was God just using my son to make me slow down my pace, practice flexibility and learn to be okay with changing my path at the last minute?


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