For All the Good It'll Do

    On September 10th as my husband and I were returning from a trip to Oregon, our son's boss called to tell us he had just received a 3 a.m. text from our son saying he had rolled his pickup and was bleeding. After several phone calls we discovered he had been to the hospital and was now at the jail. It was not a coincidence that the accident happened after I had days of extra prayer time for him. It was not a coincidence that the Lord had provided 10 days of rest and relaxation before beginning this ordeal. Nor was it coincidence that we didn't find out until 7 a.m., after having a good night of sleep.
    While we were driving home from Coeur d'Alene, Will sent pictures of the wrecked pickup that he got from the neighbor who investigated the accident and we realized that the problem was not the DUI or the truck, but that our son was nearly killed. It was no coincidence that he survived, even walked away from, the accident. It was a miracle. The other problems would need to be dealt with, but he was alive to do so. That was all that mattered.
   While we were waiting for his 7 p.m. release time, I decided to do my daily Bible study which, at that point was a chapter a day of Psalms. I couldn't see how Psalms could possibly speak to the situation our family was going through, but decided to read it anyway, for all the good it'll do. It was no coincidence that the passage for that day was Psalm 38, written by David, who was suffering justly for his sin, but still calling for God's help and mercy. It was exactly what I needed to hear. The next day's psalm was similar, David trying to suffer in silence for his sin but ending with a plea for mercy. The next two day's psalms also fit my needs perfectly.
   I turned in my time of need to a book written thousands of years ago, to read a chapter out of habit, not desire, for all the good it would do and I found God's word, speaking to my desperate heart, for a situation I had no idea I would be facing. That, also, was no coincidence.