Five Minutes Late or Five Minutes Too Early.
Today, on my way home from work, I found myself sitting in traffic. At first, I was frustrated. I wanted to stop by H-E-B to buy groceries and finally get home after a long day. Cars around me kept trying to move forward, squeezing into every opening they could find, as if somehow they could outrun what was waiting ahead. Then I saw it. In the distance, a vehicle was on fire. Immediately, everything changed. My frustration disappeared, and my heart began to pray. I didn’t know who was inside. I didn’t know if everyone had made it out safely. I simply looked at the smoke rising into the sky and realized how quickly life can change. This morning, someone woke up with plans. Maybe they were running late for work. Maybe they were thinking about paying bills, taking their children to school, or picking up groceries after work. Then, in one unexpected moment, none of those plans mattered anymore. As I watched people continue trying to push through traffic, driving too close to one another an...
