Wrong number

So in between classes my roommate Madison and I went to the Village of Rochester just to look around. We were walking out of the parking lot joking about how miserably cold out it was. I took my phone out of my pocket and saw that I had a voicemail. I listened to it, and didn't recognize the voice, listened some more and realized it wasn't a call for me at all. It was a woman that said "Hi this is Nicole the nurse from Hospice. I was calling to remind you that I'm coming over to see Mark today" I felt terrible not letting these people know that they hadn't reached the right person. I immediately called back, got transferred a few times, and ended up leaving a message. It didn't hit me until later in the day. I wanted to cry thinking of this situation. I imagined the man was in bad shape knowing that Hospice was coming to his house. How old was he, how bad is he, does he have family and friends, what does he look like, does he know Jesus?....Tonight I pulled into the parking lot at the gym, and called my mom. I told her what happened, and that I missed my opportunity to help in some way. I could have helped this guy out, and it was right in front of my face. Then it hit me. Pray. Prayer is so powerful. Of course God put this in my path for a reason. Even though I would love to meet this guy and help out, God will take care of it. I prayed during my whole work out...even in the steam room (since all else you have to think about is how much you feel like you're on fire and can't breathe) Anyways I have a lovely morning of dealing with parent's of 4 year old basketball players at the Ymca tomorrow. I need some sleep.

God is awesome, and surprises me every day.