I took a call today from a man who said he wouldn't be around at the end of the year. We hung up and I thought, surely he means he's going on a vacation. Maybe south where it is warm. Oddly, he called back with another question, and I had to ask him...did you mean you were going away? He said no, he was in Hospice. I started crying and held the phone away from my face so he wouldn't hear, as he went on to explain. I felt such compassion and shared a small portion of my story.
I believe nothing is coincidence. God orchestrates each meeting.