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I love to tell the story of my bus ride from Cairo to Tel Aviv. I arrived in downtown Cairo early in the morning to catch my bus. This would be my second trip to Israel and this time I was taking friends with me. As we got on the outskirts of town, we met up with about 20 other busses and headed as a caravan through the Sinai peninsula. As soon as we arrived at the border, we had to walk through customs and then meet an Israeli bus on the other side to go the rest of the way.

After standing in line for a long time to get through customs, we walked out the door, through about 10 yards of what I call “no man’s land”, walked through a gate and then we were officially in Israel. There were about 20 busses on the other side waiting. All we had to do was find our bus and then the adventure would continue. The problem was we couldn’t find our bus.

All of the busses left and there were about 30 of us standing around. To say we weren’t happy would be an understatement. I was looking bad for having organized the trip. Finally, after a long 10 minutes, we see a bus come speeding up. The driver and his helper apologized and quickly loaded our belongings. When we got going, they apologized again and explained that things had happened that prevented them from arriving on time.

As the young lady took our tickets, she recognized me from my previous trip. I remembered her name and we began chatting. She asked where we were staying in Tel Aviv and what our plans were. I told her where we were staying and explained that since there had been a bus bomb in Jerusalem the day before, we planned on starting in Tel Aviv and would work our way to Jerusalem later in the week. She said where we were staying was on the way to the bus terminal and she’d be happy to drop us off at a shopping area near it.

As we made our way into Tel Aviv, the music on the radio stopped and the news came on. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but I could understand the urgency in the reporters voice and the sirens coming through his microphone. I looked into the big mirror that bus drivers have and could see tears rolling down his face. I looked over and saw my friend. She was crying too. After a couple of minutes, I said, “Segal, is that from yesterday’s bombing?” She shook her head no. She then said, “We’re going to have to drop you off at the bus station instead of that shopping plaza.”

I said, “No problem. That’s what we had planned anyway. We’re good.” She then looked me in the eye and said, “You don’t understand. I have to drop you off at the bus station because someone just blew themselves up in the shopping plaza where we were going to drop you. They had a backpack full of explosives and pellets that shot out and killed many people.” It hit me that if that bus had been on time, we would have been standing in that shopping plaza at the time of the explosion. I then prayed, thanked God for protection and asked for forgiveness for complaining.

We may not always understand why things are preventing us from getting somewhere on time. We may never know why it seems like no matter how hard we try to do something it doesn’t work. What I’ve learned is that God is in control and I should be patient. God is either keeping me from something that is happening or is using me to prevent someone else from being somewhere at a certain time.

Whether it’s physically going somewhere or wanting something to happen in our lives, it’s easy to get impatient. We want things to happen in our timing and rarely want to wait for His timing. I’m not someone who likes to be patient, but I’m learning to. When God plants a dream in you, calls you to something or has made a promise to you have patience. He is working things together to line things up for His timing not yours. Philippians 1:6 says, “And I am certain that God, who began a good work within you, will continue His work until it is finished.”