As a writer, I usually have my day all planned for me long before it begins with a list as long as my arm. Deadlines staring me in the face, and the determination to get it all done. Then the knock came.

A neighbor stopped by, just needing to talk. My first instinct? Frustration. This wasn’t on my list, Lord. I don’t have time for this. But as I set my to-do list aside and listened, I realized the conversation wasn’t an interruption at all—it was an appointment. A reminder that God’s plans often look different from mine.

Proverbs 16:9 says, “A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his steps.” I love that verse because it reminds me that while I’m busy drawing up charts and schedules, God is busy weaving people, moments, and grace into the fabric of my day.

Not long ago, I had one of those days where everything seemed to go “wrong.” A call I wasn’t expecting, the power flickering out just as I sat down to write. Yet looking back, each “interruption” carried a hidden blessing. The flat tire put me in touch with a kind stranger who offered help. The unexpected call reconnected me with someone I’d been meaning to check on. The power outage gave me an unexpected quiet moment with my Bible by candlelight.

What felt like chaos was really God redirecting me—reminding me that His hand was steady on the day even when mine wasn’t.

So maybe interruptions aren’t accidents at all. Maybe they’re gentle nudges from God saying, “Slow down. Look around. I’m here.”

Warmly,

Mary