I usually don't have anything profound to say. That's why I don't blog. Not that I have anything incredibly profound to say now... but I guess I have just been reflecting the last few days and tonight especially.. so I figured might as well blog about it.. Earlier this week I was talking to my friend about our testimonies. And things we believe in. I told her I couldn't imagine not believing in an after life. It would make my life so sad. She responded with "I would like to believe in an after-life. I just don't know". I believe that God has made a plan for each of us. We definitely have our agency, but there is a plan and if we choose to follow that "plan" everything will work out. As I have been reflecting about that lately I have been thinking about my life and if I have stuck to the "plan" or if I am off on my own plan. I won tickets to the local minor league baseball game tonight and was planning on going. I didn't have a huge set plan for the evening, but decided to head to Idaho Falls. I turned on some music and the song I won't give up by Jason Marz came on. And the song is about not giving up on life, no matter how hard it gets. So just as I was about to head to Idaho Falls, I decided to just go on a drive instead. I turned the exact opposite direction. I decided to go drive up by the dry farms out of town. I haven't been up there for over a year. In fact, I never go that way. But just randomly decided to go. I started driving down the long road. I came to the first big turn and saw a bullet bike coming toward me in the other lane. As he approached I realized he was going faster than me and I was going faster than I should have been.. (Sorry Mom!! I promise to be better!) I even said aloud to myself, "he better slow down... he is going too fast for that turn". As I passed him I immediately looked in my rear view mirror and saw him and the bike do about 3-4 flips and then him go flying off the bike. I immediately stopped and turned around. I got to him as fast as I could. As I got out of the car, which felt like it took an hour, I started crying. I knew he was dead. He wasn't wearing a helmet, or any protection. When I finally found him in the field I called out to see if he was ok, after the 4th time of me asking, he finally responded. He was knocked out for like a minute or two. And some how he was alive. We made sure nothing was broken before he got up and we called the ambulance and everything. His mom finally got there and she asked me if my family owned a farm up there. I told her no, and she looked at me like I was crazy. She said "then why the heck were you driving out here?" I told her I just randomly went for a drive. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said "Thank-you". If I would have been 30 seconds later I wouldn't have seen him crash. His friend was behind him following him and didn't even see him crash, in fact his friend passed me just as I was getting out of the car to see if he was even alive. He couldn't be seen from the road. He didn't have a cell phone on him. And honestly, those roads aren't busy. They are hardly ever used. I am grateful I was there. I am grateful I was there to make sure he was ok. I am grateful that I listened to that prompting that said "go for a drive up by the dry farms". There is a reason for everything. I believe that God has a plan for each of us. I know He uses us as his tools. It was such a blessing/ scary situation, but I am grateful for this experience because tonight I realized that I am not perfect, and sometimes I do things wrong, but for the most part, my plan and God's plan are still the same. I also learned not to take anything for granted. You never know what's going to happen. I also learned that because I didn't have brothers, I don't understand why boys do such stupid things? Anyways.. I found this quote and I think it fits perfectly .. "Everything happens for a reason. Every action has a reaction. Always remember that whats meant to be will always find a way to come out".