Sunday, November 4, 2012

Missed Opportunity

I missed an opportunity to share God's love yesterday.
I was driving to the girls' gymnastics class. About a mile from our house, there had recently been an accident. No one was injured, but one of the drivers was crying and visibly shaken. She was talking to someone on her cell phone. They were stopped along Guess Rd at the top of a hill - kind of a dangerous place to stop, really. And immediately after I passed them, I wondered if I should have stopped. There wasn't a safe place for me to turn around for several miles. I could have gone back and offered them a bottle of water, given a hug, prayed for them, waited until a tow truck came. But I didn't.

I said a quick prayer for those involved and kept going on my way.
Still, I had the nagging feeling that I was supposed to stop and talk to them.
I missed the chance. When I came back home, both vehicles were gone.

How many times in a day or a week would we get the opportunity to share God's immeasurable love with others, if we'd just open up our eyes and our hearts?