Posts Tagged ‘coincidence’

An Unexpected Family Reunion

May 25, 2011

I love stories of wild coincidences—and this story, written by Adam Hunter in a Guideposts e-letter, is about as wild as they get! Billion-to-one odds doesn’t do this reunion justice.

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Long-lost brothers Rick Hill and Joe Parker

In the tropical paradise of Hawaii, a family vacation and a surfing lesson led to an astonishing meeting between two men who shared a common bond…

Waikiki Beach wasn’t on their vacation itinerary, but Rick Hill, his fiancée, Maureen, and their three children—in Hawaii for a sunny week away from their Lunenburg, Massachusetts, home—decided to make a quick stop.

Joe Parker, who grew up in Leominster, Massachusetts, but moved to Hawaii years ago to escape a troubled past, wasn’t supposed (more…)

A Breath of Fresh Air

April 9, 2011

When lives are at stake, do angels step in? This chilling story by Sheri Bull of East Moline, Illinois, was featured in a Guideposts e-letter. Click here to sign up for Guideposts‘ free Mysterious Ways newsletter. You’ll also be able to download a free e-book, Mysterious Ways: 9 Inspiring Stories That Show Evidence of God’s Love and God’s Grace.

Her husband was away, the furnace was broken, and the front door was open. Did someone break in?

Here in the Midwest, we’re used to frigid winters, but that morning seemed colder than usual.

Maybe it was because my husband wasn’t sleeping next to me. He had gone out of town on a long trip. It was just me looking after our three daughters. We lived out in the country—no neighbors within shouting distance, and I felt vulnerable. At night I made sure to lock the doors and I prayed God would watch over us.

I’d woken up shivering, with a pounding (more…)

More Than Enough Time

March 10, 2011

Lori Anne Yang

Years ago, my good friend Al Autrey was rocking to Peace of Mind by his beloved Boston while he was tooling down the highway. When he heard the lyric, “Take a look ahead,” he took that as a sign to do just that. When he looked ahead and slowed down, he realized he probably avoided a serious accident. My friend Lori Anne Yang just had a similar experience. When I read about it in her latest blog post, my heart stopped and I said a silent prayer of thanks. Without further ado, here is Lori’s post.


I have consciously resisted The Secret ever since it was released many years ago. Not that I knew that much about it. It just seemed, I don’t know, hokey. But recently, on the cusp of starting my new business, MAMASTE™, I’ve been filled with fear, doubt and anxiety. So I thought, “What have I got to lose by checking out the book’s message regarding the law of attraction?” I borrowed the book on CD from the library and threw it into my car so I could listen to it while driving.

A few days later, I was late for a breakfast meeting and I was rushing, driving faster than I should on the snowy, slippery Minnesota roads. The Secret CD was playing and the narrator was (more…)

Dinner for Angels

March 6, 2011

This weekend I sold a bed for less than I had hoped for, but I also got a great deal on an airline ticket back to Minnesota. When I told my mom about the plane ticket, she pointed out that getting such a great price made up for selling the bed so cheaply. Yep, the universe has a way of balancing the scales.

So it was fitting that I just came across this story by Beaver Brown of Carmichael, California, which was featured in a Guideposts e-letter. Click here to sign up for Guideposts‘ free Mysterious Ways newsletter. You’ll also be able to download a free e-book, Mysterious Ways: 9 Inspiring Stories That Show Evidence of God’s Love and God’s Grace.

A waiter serves a table of true earth angels

I was at the bus stop, heading home after a long, busy night waiting tables at a steak house, when I realized I’d left behind my money pouch, with $70 worth of tips in it! I couldn’t afford to lose a night’s pay.

I ran back into the restaurant. There was no sign of my money. Just imagine you had the night off, I told myself. I’d try to forget about it.

The next night was even (more…)

Who Needs Six Degrees?

March 3, 2011

You like “small world” scenarios? This one’s a doozy! Allow me to set the stage. I am renting a room from Rozanne, a woman in Encinitas, California. I live here with Rozanne and her son, Chris, who’s a decade younger than I am. It’s a wonderful situation and we all get along beautifully.

Occasionally, Rozanne will rent the smaller bedroom out to someone else for a short stay. That’s how I met Lana today. She lives in Denver but is staying at Rozanne’s for a few days. As I was going out the door, Rozanne introduced us and mentioned I was from Minnesota. Lana said, “Oh, I’m (more…)

Just a Lucky Car-incidence?

March 2, 2011

I love stories where two people inexplicably come together at just the right time in a way that defies logic. Case in point: This story by Elizabeth Pettigrew of Germanton, North Carolina, which was featured in a Guideposts e-letter. Click here to sign up for Guideposts‘ free Mysterious Ways newsletter. You’ll also be able to download a free e-book, Mysterious Ways: 9 Inspiring Stories That Show Evidence of God’s Love and God’s Grace.

I had to pay off a loan but where was the money going to come from?

I lay in bed one sleepless night tossing and turning. For months now I’d been trying to figure out how to pay off a personal loan of three thousand dollars. The only thing I could come up with was selling my ’98 Volvo station wagon since I no longer needed it. But I hadn’t had any luck with a buyer.

Now here it was past midnight and I knew I wasn’t going to sleep a wink, what with worrying. Lord, I begged, please help. I need to sell my car. But even prayer didn’t give me peace. I lay there wide awake, watching the time go by. Around 1:30 am my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. (more…)

God’s Garage Sale

February 23, 2011

It’s said that coincidence is just God’s way of remaining anonymous. Check out this story by Joy Sadler Wattenburger of Cushing, Oklahoma, and make up your own mind. It was featured in a Guideposts e-letter. Click here to sign up for Guideposts‘ free Mysterious Ways newsletter. You’ll also be able to download a free e-book, Mysterious Ways: 9 Inspiring Stories That Show Evidence of God’s Love and God’s Grace.

An inexplicable coincidence convinces a grieving woman she still has something to hope for.

They say God has a plan for everyone, but sometimes I wondered.

Like when my husband died 11 years ago. Or when my mother and brother passed away a few years later. If it hadn’t been for my second husband, Jon, I don’t think I could have gone on. He came into my life just when I needed him, helping me get past my grief.

But even he had trouble lifting my spirits the day in March when I waved goodbye to my oldest daughter and her children—my grandchildren—who were moving to Phoenix. Arizona was a long way from Oklahoma. Was I destined to have the people I love leave me?

To take my mind off things, I decided to (more…)

Lost and Found

July 26, 2010

One person’s minor loss can lead to someone else finding something of great importance. This story, written by April Grube of Riverside, California, appeared in the August 2010 issue of Guideposts.

A young woman on the verge of choosing a college has a life-changing experience that shows evidence of God’s love.

I settled into my seat on the red-eye from L.A. to D.C.—a trip east to tour some college campuses before I had to make the big decision.

The seat next to mine was empty and I couldn’t wait to get some sleep. Then I spotted a big guy maneuvering down the aisle, bumping passengers and apologizing profusely, and I knew—lucky me—I had a seatmate.

Sure enough, he sat next to me and started talking. “Never did like flying, always too hot or cold. And these seats are too small, don’t ya think? But I can’t complain. Lord knows, I’m a blessed man…”

So much for sleep. At least (more…)

Collaborating With Fate

July 5, 2010

Live with greater reverence and you begin noticing subtle evidence of divine guidance at work. You bump into an old friend who had popped into your mind an hour before. You receive an unexpected check that is precisely the amount you need to get your car repaired. A chance encounter in a restaurant leads to a terrific job opportunity.

When I’m trusting and being myself as fully as possible, everything in my life reflects this by falling into place easily, often miraculously.
Shakti Gawain

Taken separately, these happenings can be dismissed as happy coincidences. Yet as your (more…)

Your Soul Is Being Blown By Great Winds Across the Sky

June 12, 2010

Your angelic emissaries are with you always, guiding you with infinite wisdom and deep love. The implications of this realization are staggering. If God is guiding you with infinite intelligence and inexhaustible love, that means that nothing is random or accidental.

Hold on to that thought the next time your grocery bag breaks in the parking lot, or you trip on the sidewalk and sprain your ankle, or your tire blows out a few blocks from home.

Now and then I go about pitying myself and all the while my soul is being blown by great winds across the sky.
Ojibway wisdom

You are not having an unlucky day. You are (more…)

D Is For Dad

May 26, 2010

Life has a way of delivering gifts to us at the precise moment we need them most. This story, written by Lorraine Arents of Fresh Meadows, New York, appeared in the June 2010 issue of Guideposts.

I thought I lost my father all over again when I lost a keepsake.

It had been more than three months since my purse was snatched from me on a New York City street.

I had long since gotten a new purse and wallet, and replaced my credit cards and driver’s license. But even after all these months, tears still came to my eyes whenever I thought about the one thing that I could never replace: my father’s dog tags from World War II.

I missed Dad so badly, particularly today as I sat at my desk catching up on e-mails from friends.

My father had fought on D-Day, helping (more…)

Knock, Knock, God Is Calling

February 26, 2010

If your calling has ever come calling for you, then you know how Richard Stearns of Bellevue, Washington felt when his destiny tapped him on the shoulder . . . again and again and again. Destiny is funny that way; it keeps knocking until you open the door.

Richard’s story is a perfect example of the old adage, Coincidences are just God’s way of remaining anonymous. His story was printed in the March 2010 issue of Guideposts.

Richard Stearns in Zambia

When the phone rang in my office that morning, I had no idea how it would change my life.

I assumed it was a business call. In some sense it was. The caller was Bill Bryce, an old friend from church. “Hi, Rich,” Bill said. There was something funny in his voice.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Oh, sure,” he replied. He paused. “It’s just that our president’s leaving World Vision.” Bill had moved away several years earlier to take a job raising money for World Vision, an international humanitarian organization. I was one of his first donors, but I still didn’t know a whole lot about the organization.

Bill paused again. And then our phone call turned very weird. “Actually, that’s why I’m calling,” Bill continued. “I’ve been praying, Rich. And, um, the thing is, God told me you’re going to be the next president of World Vision.”

For a moment I was speechless. My eyes darted (more…)

A Double Shot of Monkey Knife Fights!

September 24, 2009

monkey-knife-fightThis synchronicity stuff is getting out of hand! After nearly two years of piling up my Writer’s Digest back issues, I finally opened up the most recent one. One of the articles I read featured well-written query letters to literary agents. In response to one of the actual letters, the agent it was sent to (whose name I paid no attention to) commented:

I then requested and read the full manuscript and proceeded to call up the author and tell her I would “get into a monkey knife fight” to represent her.

The agent’s “monkey knife fight” comment amused me; I didn’t recall hearing that phrase before.


The lovely and talented Lissa Rankin

Fast-forward thirty minutes. In using Google Images to search for an image to accompany yesterday’s blog post about surrendering to the universe, I clicked on the first image that caught my attention: a woman in a green dress raising her arms toward the sky in serene surrender. Wondering if it was copyrighted or in the public domain, I began reading the accompanying text on Owning Pink, the website it came from. The post I was reading by Lissa Rankin pulled me in and, a few paragraphs later, to my astonishment, I read:

After receiving a gazillion rejection letters from literary agents, Barbara Poelle called me and said, “I would get in a monkey knife fight to represent this book.”

Whoa! Deja vu. I picked up the Writer’s Digest I had just been reading, flipped the pages until I found that first “monkey knife fight” reference and sure enough, the agent was Barbara Poelle, although the author was someone other than Lissa.

Now, the (more…)

The Best Seat in the House

August 23, 2009

Coincidence is simply God’s way of remaining anonymous, as evidenced by this story by Bonnie Kidder of Lafayette, Louisiana, which appeared in the September 2009 issue of Guideposts.


Bonnie Kidder

I almost hadn’t come to the class at church that night. With four kids and a full-time teaching job, I had plenty to do.

But my 11-year-old son, Brady, was having surgery the next day. I hated to think of him alone in the operating room. I’d been praying for weeks, asking God to be with Brady and his doctors during surgery, but it didn’t feel like enough.

Standing in the doorway of the church hall I couldn’t believe (more…)

Hello? Hello?

July 15, 2009

princess-phoneI had recently graduated from high school. One day, while I was in the laundry room downstairs, it popped into my head that I hadn’t talked to Mr. Moberg, one of my favorite teachers, for perhaps a year. So I picked up the phone to call him but there was no dial tone.

“Hello?” I said.

“Phil?” a voice responded.

Yep, it was Mr. Moberg, calling me at the precise moment that I was calling him.

All these years later, the memory of that simultaneous phone call still makes me smile. It’s one of my all-time (more…)

The Day Weary Willie Smiled

March 4, 2009


Emmett Kelly as Weary Willie

I loved Emmett Kelly as a kid. He was Weary Willie, the quintessential tramp clown, an integral part of my childhood. This touching and amazing story by his daughter, Stasia Kelly, of Atlanta, Georgia, appeared in the October 2006 issue of Guideposts. What are the odds of this story ending as it did?  Probably one in a trillion. And yet . . .

I sat on the plane, my purse in my lap, waiting to take off from Hartsfield International Airport in Atlanta for Florida to attend my father’s funeral. I had just spoken to Dad the day before. He’d sounded a little down, but I never guessed it would be the last time I heard his voice. “I’m tired, Stasia,” he said. I could hear that tiredness through the phone, could feel it the way so many people had felt the world-weariness in the most beloved character my father ever portrayed.


Emmett Kelly learns he's a dad

I shifted in my seat—first-class because it was the only available spot on this leg of my trip home. The airline-reservations op erator had promised to get me there in time for Dad’s funeral, so she honored my bereavement ticket and gave me an upgrade. I pulled the faded newspaper photo from my purse and glanced at it. The famous picture of my dad, Emmett Kelly. Or should I say of Weary Willie, the sad clown that he had immortalized. Dad was disciplined about Willie’s public persona. Once Dad put his makeup on, Weary Willie never broke character and never smiled, except once, back in 1955. That one time he smiled—beamed, really—a young photographer snapped his photo, and around the globe it went. The only time Willie smiled in public, the world smiled with him.

The plane was almost full and the seat next to me was still vacant. Good, I’d have the row to myself and my tears. (more…)