Pissy Pants and Puppets

You know when those things happen in life that you just can't explain?  Come on...you know what I'm talking about.  They are all the things that make you go, "Whaaaaaat?"  The things that make you float on a cloud, the things that make you scratch your head, the things that make your head swirl.

Those things happen every day.  For some, they are referred to as 'coincidence,' or what I will refer to as the C word.  I call it the C word, much like I say the F word....because it's a bad word!  There is no such thing as coincidence, people.  The sooner you get that thru your fat skull, the fuller your life will be. 

I suppose if you do not believe in God, then it is hard to give him credit where credit is due.  But, I know most of you can at least acknowledge that He is real...so what's up with not cutting The Guy a little slack and giving him props?

For example: 
You're preparing for work on a Monday morning, and just before you stomp out the door you spill coffee on your shirt.  DAMN!  Go back in, change your shirt, piss and moan about changing your shirt....Back down the steps, out the door to the car.  Slam car door hostily because you are now officially late.  Lord knows you don't allow an additional 30 seconds in your morning routine to allow for such errors and mishaps.
Truth be told, you should have changed your pants, too.  Not because you spilled coffee on them, but because they are now pissy, and people at work will be talking.  "What's that smell?  Do you smell pissy pants?"
Now on the road and blasting the radio trying to drown out the sound of the bitching in your head about how you cannot believe you would have such bad luck, and of COURSE this would only happen to YOU....
You see traffic has come to a stop ahead.  "Just fricken great!" you say so loud that the people in the car behind you can hear.  This, of course, triggers your pissy pants to become soiled yet again.  You sit, elbow bent on window ledge of door, head in hand, smacking stearing wheel, COMPLETELY pissed off that you are now going to be even later. 
You continue to piss and moan as you come to a crawl, and begin to fiddle in your purse to find your phone so that you can call work.  As you creep closer, you see that there is a vehicle accident, and that it must have just happened.
NOW is the Oprah Ah-Hah moment, people.  NOW is where it is all supposed to come together for you.  You spilled your coffee so that you would be late.  You had to be late to avoid being IN the accident.  Another 4 or 5 minutes,and that would have been you.
But do you see it?  Nope.  You're too busy being pissed off. 

Nothing happens by chance.  Somehow, God manages to work the strings on your arms and legs like a puppeteer with perfect skill and grace; all the while hearing the prayers of a mother who's child is starving in Guatemala, and those of a 4 year old boy who is scared of a possible monster in his closet in Australia, and rocks a father and daughter in His arms, allowing them to feel His heartbeat pound on their cheek, as they grieve their wife/mother who just died of cancer minutes ago. 

He's got this.  All of it.  Acknowledge it.  Say Thank You!  Tell someone.  Spread the word.  He doesn't ask for much.  Give Him props anyway.  It'll pay off.  You watch!