My friend, Patsy Terrell, asked on Facebook: “What was a memorable moment of serendipity?”

Several sprang to mind immediately. The one that came to life in neon was an incident that happened in the early 90s when my mother and I were traveling together.

My mother and I were both members of Mary Wade Strother Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution. One of our chapter sisters was visiting with us as we were making preparations to travel to Washington, DC, for DAR Continental Congress one April. About 3,000 members were expected to attend.

As a passing joke, Karen asked us to greet her cousin who lived in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania. Laughing we promised her we would. None of us expected that we would even see the cousin across a crowded room.

Our first day in DC, we went to the Registrar General’s office to purchase a specific support pin. As we sat down to complete the necessary paperwork, we spoke to the lady already at the table. In conversation we learned that she was from Pennsylvania, King of Prussia, and was, indeed, Karen’s cousin.  And the very first person we spoke to who was not of our traveling party.

Coincidence?  Only if you accept my definition.

Coincidence: a small miracle where God chooses to remain anonymous. If you don’t want to see Him, you don’t have to. But if you’re looking, there He is.


About Judith Robl

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