As I was about to drive from The Six back to Chicago, I was held back, again. It's always frustrating when things don't go according to plan. And it's no easy task to be certain in believing that we plan and God is the best of planners, especially during these situations.
My plan was to hit the road Friday afternoon, and reach Chicago around midnight. Plan demolished.
I meet up with my friends Friday evening in Tdot. We are hanging out in my car because we the north. As I reverse, my car's axle unexpectedly cracks.
If Allah did not stop me from driving out to Chicago, the axle would've undoubtedly cracked on my way to Chicago. Even if that didn't cause a crash, just saving me the headache of dealing with a dysfunctional car in the middle of nowhere was worth the trip being canceled.
Point is, when things don't go the way you've planned, just wait. You'll soon realize the answer to why that happened.