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IS THIS NOT THE HIDDEN WAYS OF GOD?

She was heading to the village to attend a committee to prepare for her sisters wedding yet this day was the day she so much wanted to go to the market where she is a merchant.The lady was popular in the market and so this day many wanted to use her space to sell to her customers.However,it was not to be to them.As she was riding with her sister and other family members alot of phone calls were made but as busy and noisy the town is she couldn't hear the phone ringing,After settling comfortably in the vehicle and out of town she checked her phone and many were the missed calls.She was alarmed and thought of calling one of the callers.
"Hello"
"Hello,how are you?In which hospital were you admitted?" the person asked.
"What ?Why are you asking that?" she asked.
"Were you not in the lorry you usually travel with to the market?I have received the news that it was involved in an accident."the person said.
"Today I missed the market and am heading home."she answered.
The phone was cut.
As she tried to make a call to confirm the news a call came through.The caller was asking her where she was as the people she travels with were in the hospital in bad condition while one of them was confirmed dead.

The lady was grateful to God as she never missed the market on Saturdays but that day as much as she wanted the date changed as the day always gave the best returns she was grateful that she was saved form death or a disabilty.

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