Coincidence . . . Luck . . . Miracle?

Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.
George Bernard Shaw

angel in disguise

Joe has been my parents’ neighbor across the street for over 15 years.  I know he is an Alabama fan because he flies the flag on his front porch during football season.  He had two big black dogs, Rottweiler-mixes, that loved to come to the yard when we visited to check out our dogs.  On this visit, I saw Joe walking a white dog that I had never seen before.

My dad had gone down the driveway to get the mail and happened to see Joe getting his mail, too.  Joe came across the street with his new white dog.  When daddy came back to the house, he told me an amazing story.

The two black dogs had grown old over the past year, and crossed “The Rainbow Bridge” a while back.  Joe’s wife had been battling cancer for over a year, and finally succumbed about 2 weeks before our visit.  Other than his dogs and his wife, Joe lived alone.

On the day of his wife’s funeral, Joe was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch alone.  A white dog walked up through the yard and onto the porch.  She sat down next to Joe’s rocking chair.  Joe checked for a collar and other signs of her owner and found nothing.  Joe picked her up and put her in his pick-up truck and drove down to the vet.

He asked the vet to scan the dog for a micro-chip and give her a general health-check.  There was no micro-chip and no signs of fleas or visible health-issues.  Joe left a note in the vet’s waiting room for “Lost Dog” with the description of the white dog and where she was found.  They drove back home to Joe’s house.

Two weeks went by and no phone call from anyone looking for a white dog.  By this time, Joe had grown quite fond of his new friend who never left his side.  He told my father, “I was so lonely when my wife died and praying for a sign that she was ok.  That’s when “Angel” walked up on the porch.  I named her Angel because I believe that she was sent from heaven on the day my wife went to heaven.”

Coincidence . . .  luck . . . miracle?  What would you call it?

  • Sometimes God speaks to us in subtle, delicate ways. 
  • Some people would call this coincidence. 
  • Some people would say Joe was just lucky.
  • For me, I “Bea-lieve” that this was one of those “phenomena we cannot explain” . . . a miracle to answer a prayer. 

 “Bea Positive” that your earnest, faith-filled prayers will be answered in the most perfect way, in just the right time.

 

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