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This is a pretty common phrase that comes up when trying to explain why bad things happen. It’s one that Christians tend to accept, and non-Christians tend to ridicule. There’s currently a series of breast cancer treatment adds that start with the phrase and then claim it’s nonsense.
I just really wanted to share the experience my wife and I just had of “Everything happens for a reason.”
A bit of background, my wife and I have a nearly-two year old son. She and I both have to work, so he’s in daycare. For the past several months we’ve been dealing with an ear infection (or series of infections) that just will not go away. It got to the point that we needed to get tubes put in his ears.
We took him in to get that surgery done yesterday morning, and so he didn’t go into school.
My wife found out this morning that, at the exact time when she is usually standing in the lobby, holding our son and talking to some teachers and the woman behind the desk, the roof structure collapsed and came crashing down into the lobby, exactly where she normally stands.
If Weston hadn’t gotten all of those ear infections, and if he hadn’t had to get surgery, and if that surgery time hadn’t been the first available, it’s entirely likely that they both would have been killed by that collapse. What’s more, since she wasn’t there the teachers she normally talks with were doing other things, and the pair of twins that are usually also in the lobby were elsewhere as well. (We’re usually the first family to drop off in the morning due to our schedules). Instead of there being three or four people standing where the roof collapsed, there was only one woman behind the desk who was thankfully spared anything other than a big fright.
So yeah, everything happens for a reason. Until this morning, we were looking at this surgery as a major inconvenience and expense. Now, I thank God for it, because it quite literally probably saved my wife and son’s lives.
I just really wanted to share the experience my wife and I just had of “Everything happens for a reason.”
A bit of background, my wife and I have a nearly-two year old son. She and I both have to work, so he’s in daycare. For the past several months we’ve been dealing with an ear infection (or series of infections) that just will not go away. It got to the point that we needed to get tubes put in his ears.
We took him in to get that surgery done yesterday morning, and so he didn’t go into school.
My wife found out this morning that, at the exact time when she is usually standing in the lobby, holding our son and talking to some teachers and the woman behind the desk, the roof structure collapsed and came crashing down into the lobby, exactly where she normally stands.
If Weston hadn’t gotten all of those ear infections, and if he hadn’t had to get surgery, and if that surgery time hadn’t been the first available, it’s entirely likely that they both would have been killed by that collapse. What’s more, since she wasn’t there the teachers she normally talks with were doing other things, and the pair of twins that are usually also in the lobby were elsewhere as well. (We’re usually the first family to drop off in the morning due to our schedules). Instead of there being three or four people standing where the roof collapsed, there was only one woman behind the desk who was thankfully spared anything other than a big fright.
So yeah, everything happens for a reason. Until this morning, we were looking at this surgery as a major inconvenience and expense. Now, I thank God for it, because it quite literally probably saved my wife and son’s lives.