I've always believed that everything happens for a reason. The good, the bad, the indifferent. Today I experienced another example that helps me realize this even more. Bare with me and I'll share my story.
Today I knew I had to go grocery shopping. I had intended on going right away in the morning, but I got busy doing other things around the house - cleaning bathrooms, scrubbing floors and doing laundry. I figured I'd just go when Brett woke up from his nap. Around 2:00 he woke up and we played a bit and then the two of us took off to the grocery store.
There happens to be a dollar store across the street from the grocery store and I had a quick thought to swoop in there and pick up a couple of tablecloths for Brett's birthday party. So we stroll in, look around a little and I turn around to somebody on their cell phone saying, "Oh my gosh, Leah!" It was my aunt Judy.
Not really a big deal on the surface of the story, but Judy happens to live 245 miles away. She just happened to be at the dollar store 5 miles from my house. It just happened to be on the one year anniversary of the death of her son. It just happened to be that I didn't go to the grocery store in the morning as originally planned. It just happened that I remembered I needed some tablecloths. It just so happened that she was picking up some tablecloths and plastic spoons and forks for their bbq tonight. It just so happened that she came to the cities to be around her sister and other children and family to help her through this tough day. I just happened to give her the biggest hug I could possibly give her and let her know that I had been thinking about her and that I love her.
Coincidence? Not to me.