The “small miracle” — or coincidence — began with a steaming cup of coffee. The caffeine was just what I would need to stay awake on my drive to Los Angeles.
But it wasn’t the espresso that gave me a jolt as much as what initially happened at the Starbucks counter.
“That’s an interesting-looking coffee card,” the woman commented as she took my order. “I haven’t seen one like that here in Santa Maria.”
“Oh,” I explained, genuinely pleased that she’d noticed its uniqueness, “it’s a favorite of mine from Washington state.”
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She paused, a look of disbelief crossing her face.
“You’re from Washington?” she asked with surprise. “So am I!”
That was the beginning of hurried chats that spanned those first few weeks while I was in California. I’d run to Starbucks to use the wireless and there Sandy would be, blonde and smiling at the register.
Before long, we met for coffee at another cafe to get better acquainted. It was there that she revealed that she’d been praying for a new friend since their recent move from the Pacific Northwest. When I walked in, she’d felt a connection.
After a three-hour visit and the lunch crowd arriving, we knew we had a lot in common. We just didn’t know how much—yet.
Sandy and I exchanged email addresses, cell numbers and promised to stay in touch. But on my next trip down to Santa Maria our paths didn’t cross. She and her family were vacationing in Washington state.
We texted, but her return to town was right at the time I was leaving. Still, I knew we’d reconnect even if it was on the telephone once I was back home.
Sure enough, the other day my cell rang and like longtime friends, we talked at length. Then, just as we were saying our goodbyes, Sandy inquired about my work project.
“Did you get the Bible study guide done that you were writing?” she asked, and then added. “Did I tell you I have a cousin that’s a writer?”
And that’s when the “small miracle” began to unfold even more. It turns out that her relative had written the screenplay a few years back for a film, one that I’d written a study guide for! And even more intriguing, he is occasionally in contact with one of my family members.
Small world. Big God.
To me, it’s amazing how a cup of coffee and God’s invisible hand can bring two women — a pair with so much in common— together.
This “coincidence” has given me quite a jolt.