I have a plastic jar that I keep spare change in. After a while, I cash it in and donate it to the Widows and Orphans in Uganda. This month, however, my son is on an Evangelical Training trip, and I needed to send the money to him.
You know when “something is telling you to do something”? Well, that happened yesterday. I was minding my own business, and I kept getting the impression that I needed to go to the bank, put the change into the machine and get the cash to send to my son.
I pulled into the parking lot of the bank and was getting the rest of the change together (what fell between the seats, on the floor, c’mon you know your car looks like that too) and a car pulled up next to me. I looked up and saw my sister-in-law and my mother-in-law. I went inside the bank and got my change converted to dollars, and my in-laws took care of their banking business. We decided that a Coffee Break was in order.
While we were at the Coffee Shop, I texted my husband to tell him that I was out with his mom and sister. He texted back, that he had just heard from another sibling, who got a message for his Mom to call a doctor to set up an appointment. This other sibling also said she needed info from their Mom, and could I please text that back to her for tax preparation? So we took care of that too.
So by me being in a certain place at a certain time, and other people being in a certain place at a certain time, everything was orchestrated so that the errands that needed to be done were all taken care of.
Some people call this coincidence.
But I don’t believe the world just randomly rotates on its axis and I don’t believe that we all evolved out of nothing.
I call this a God-incident. It was too perfectly orchestrated to just randomly happen.
And a coffee break is usually a good thing too.