Last week I had to go to the hospital for a test. My husband dropped me off early in the morning, and my co-worker was going to pick me up and drive me home.The test didn't take as long as expected, so I called her to come and get me. Of course, when she arrived I was still waiting to be released, and I felt sorry for making her wait. But I made it out a few minutes later and we were on our way.As we drove, we talked about some troubles her sister has been experiencing. My co-worker feels helpless to do anything, but wants desperately to be able to be a support. I had no words of wisdom to share, just sat as a sounding board. And then we reached my home.I thanked her once again for driving me home. Especially since it ended up being unnecessary - as I experienced no problems during the testing and could have driven myself home if I'd been able to see into the future. But before I got out of the car, I asked if I could pray for her sister. So we held hands and prayed. Then, as I was getting out my co-worker said, "God wanted me to pick you up today. I feel so much better now!"And it occurred to me, maybe the morning's procedures weren't about me and my issues. Perhaps God was arranging time for my co-worker and I to be alone and uninterrupted, so we could talk and pray.HE has a way of working things out like that, you know!