There and back: A wet journey

Today's HaYom Yom, as graciously provided by Chabad.org, says the following:

Our teacher the Baal Shem Tov said: Every single thing one sees or hears is an instruction for his conduct in the service of G-d. This is the idea of avoda, service, to comprehend and discern in all things a way in which to serve G-d.

This idea was really brought home this morning when I came to my ride rendezvous location place twelve minutes early, and waited 27 minutes, and then found out my ride left three minutes before I arrived. Gee, thanks for telling me. Then I went to 770, and after praying the Shacharis services with joy and verve I took a nap on a bench for an hour while waiting for another ride. Note to self: Next time, don't sleep right next to where the congregational responses will be being responded-it's not conducive to sleeping.

So there I was, standing in the rain, and I find out that there's no room for me in the car. Gee, thanks for picking up your phone an hour and a half ago so I could have taken a train back to Morristown. At this point though, it wasn't even worth it, because by the time I'd have gotten to the Rabbinical College of America I would have missed shiur, which was the only reason to go. So instead I just trudged back to my dear sis's in the rain and went to sleep on a couch for three hours.

So what's the lesson I learned out of all of this in my service of the good G-d? I'm not sure if I have learned one yet. Sure, it was frustrating for about three minutes, but I got over it pretty quickly. There's more important things in life. Still though, I rather doubt that this is what I was supposed to learn today. Oh well, maybe I'll find out, maybe I won't.