I jumped to my feet and hurried in the direction of the sound, afraid that I already knew what happened. There on the floor of my closet lay the 6 1/2-foot shelf on top of my clothes with the shelf contents spilled into my bedroom.

As the eleven years piled up since my husband’s death, so did the top shelf. I stacked scrap books, papers and other things on it without giving any thought to how heavy they were. When it reached its maximum strength, it simply pulled from the wall and fell.

Since I was dealing with going through my deceased mother’s clothing, thank you notes, and other things, the collapsed shelf made me want to do the same. I could easily have sat down and cried, because I felt overwhelmed.

My friend helped distribute the clothes to other places, and my sister-in-law took the renovation project on when she came. When everything was redone, I liked it much better than before.

Just as the scripture says in Romans 8:28 that all things work together for good, the Lord literally turned what appeared to be a tragedy into a triumph. I thanked Him.

A widow recently told me that she was happy that the Lord worked out her new living arrangements, because He did a better job than she had originally planned.

Thank you, Lord, for the way You rearrange my life, even when I don’t realize I need it.