God knows best

A US soldier over in Iraq had asked everyone to pray for an end to the days of sand storms and torrential rains that were hindering their crossing of the Euphrates River. Instead of stopping, as the prayers asked, they only grew more intense, especially the wind which was relentless. When they finally did stop, he noticed that the intense wind and rain had eroded much of the river's banks.

That's when he suddenly saw them.  Glinting in the sun. Everywhere.  Hundreds of them on the other side of the river. Hundreds of round, metal discs slightly protruding from the sand.  Hundreds of deadly landmines that could have killed or maimed scores of the troops. The storm had exposed them so they could be seen, avoided and easily cleared. God always knows best. Always.