God's Timing...

This is the scene that we saw coming home from work today. As most of you know, or may have heard we had 2 sherriff's deputies shot and killed last weekend. A man who beat up his wife shot one deputy in the head, and the other in the chest and they both died at Sacred Heart Hospital in Pensacola. Both men leave a wife and children. Their funeral's were today. You can't really tell from the picture, but that long line of cars is just a bunch of police cars. There were 4 or 5oo police cars, police motorcycles and fire engines in this processional, from counties nearby all the way to Mobile, Tampa, and everywhere in between. We're from such a small town I've never really thought of our officers as having a very dangerous job, but it seems here lately it's become increasingly more dangerous. If you remember pray for the families of Deputy Warren York, and Deputy Burt Lopez. I know this is a hard time for them. It's also a very sad time in our town, because as I said this is a small town, and things like this never happen. Now I'd like to make this story a little more personal. On Saturday, April 25th Joshua Cartwright went to the Shoal River Gun Club, a shooting range about 5-7 minutes from my house. Sherrif's deputies went there to arrest him, and even after using a taser gun on him he still fired his gun at them and ended up killing both of them. After shooting the two deputies Cartwright jumped in his truck and drove towards Defuniak Springs, (also toward where we live) and there got in a shootout with police and was killed. My father often goes to Shoal River to practice shooting. On the 25th he woke up and decided he would go and shoot. After taking a while to get up and around he decided not to go and worked around the house instead....My house had been without groceries for a few days, and I told Jeremy on Saturday that we needed to head to the grocery store and buy some food. My husband took an extremely long amount of time getting ready to go, getting a bite to eat, I wasn't getting mad, but I wanted to get the shopping over with. Finally I said "babe, we need to go." When we reached Defuniak Springs (where we go grocery shopping) there were alot of police cars, and people standing all around and a truck flipped over on the side of the road. I looked at the car and assumed there had been a wreck. "Good thing you took a while to get ready or we would have been in the middle of this wreck" I told Jeremy. Later on during the day we heard on the national news what had happened that day. I just look back and I see God, not in blatant ways, but in small ways leading us. Had my father gone ahead to the gun range he could be gone right now. Had we been 20 or 30 minutes earlier in Defuniak we could have been trapped in a terrible situation that we could have been seriously hurt. I just thank God that even when we don't recognize his provision or his leading he is still there. When I think of how close this all was I can only thank God for keeping us safe, as well as thinking of all the times we don't know about and he still spares us from things. God's timing is always perfect, and I hope that one day I'll learn that, and learn to appreciate it like I should.