Once upon a time an unexpected severe rainstorm erupted. Joan looking from the second story of her home, could see stalled cars caught in the flash flood.
A lone station wagon struggled through the water and headed up her street. The vehicle stopped for a moment in front of her house, then pulled into the driveway. The woman raced to the door and saw two teenage girls standing there. They were extremely frightened by the lightning, rain, and flooded roads.
One girl asked to use the woman’s telephone, explaining that she wanted to call her father to let him know she was safe. Of course, the woman let them in and prepared hot cocoa while the girls made their calls.
Meanwhile, the Edgar, the woman’s husband, paced the kitchen floor nervously. The newspaper office where he worked was flooding, and he was waiting to hear from the facility manager. His anxiety was increasing because the man had not called.
The girls completed their calls and told the woman and her husband, “My dad told us to wait out the storm here, but he was a little worried about our being in a stranger’s house. I gave him your number. I hope that was okay.”
As the woman nodded, the phone rang. Her husband answered it and returned after a few seconds.
“It was the facility manager, but he didn’t want to talk about the newspaper office.” A strange look came over the man’s face. “He wanted to thank me for keeping his daughter and her friend safe!”
Source: Heard during a conference and retold as remembered
For some, a coincidence is divine mystery’s way of remaining anonymous. For others, a coincidence is just a question meeting an answer in an unexpected way.
How about you? Do you believe in coincidences? How would you define a coincidence? Was it mere coincidence or divine providence that the two teenage girls randomly selected a house in which they would be safely sheltered?