God Works in Mysterious Ways...including the BBQ

Here's a fun story. You may have seen a piece of it on Facebook today. Yesterday I was buying some hamburger and steaks for my friend, Robin. She was at work and asked me if I would pick it up for her and drop it off at her house with her daughter, Amber. I bought the meat and drove it to her house. There were two cars in the driveway, but no one answered the door. Since I know Robin well, I decided to just walk in, but the door was locked. So, I pounded on the door a few more times. When no one answered I turned and saw a Bar-B-Que. Perfect! I opened it up and put the meat inside. It would not only stay cold, but animals couldn't get to it in there. I texted Robin to let her know where it was and drove home. A few hours later, I got a text back from Robin. It said, "I don't have a B-B-Q". *#&(%*^@#*!!!!! What? I had the kids in the car, so we made a detour and headed over to Robin's...or the house with the B-B-Q. We pulled slowly into the driveway as I tried to figure out what I would say if someone saw me taking packages of meat out of their grill. Lucky for me, no one saw us. I opened the cover, Jenna grabbed the meat, Andy opened the van door and we bolted from the scene like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kids! We then drove down two doors into ROBIN'S driveway and delivered the goods, safe and sound.  So, what does this have to do with God's mysterious ways?

I had not planned to be at Robin's house last night, but while we were chatting about the latest events, I told her about my $333 cell phone bill, which resulted from a miscommunication with one of my children about our limited minutes. Apparently, he decided to talk rather than text for....quite a few hours. Robin told me to just change my cell phone plan, which would be retroactive erasing my overage minutes. I called this morning and voila! I have a new and better plan for just $8 more a month. If I hadn't delivered the meat to the wrong house, I wouldn't have saved my $333.00! Thank you, God. Thank you, Robin. And thank you, Jenna for recovering the misplaced meat.