Too Perfect to be Random

In everything I have seen in my life, I truly find it extremely difficult to believe in pure coincidence or random acts, or, worst of all, luck. I have been in way too many situations that many would just resign to say “what were the chances of that happening?” Even worse is hearing, “that was lucky!”

I just don’t believe in random or coincidental acts. They happen just too perfectly to be random. They’re at just the right time and place.

Let’s take the songs on my iPhone for example. I can put it on shuffle and yet the right song comes up at just the right time, when I need it most. Whether I need to be encouraged, consoled, motivated, or just to be still, it’s done at the most perfect time. I find it hard to believe in a random number generator that knows which song I need to hear. The song just didn’t pop up by coincidence.

Or what about my recent gallstone examinations. Were it not for them, they wouldn’t be finding other things that may require dealing with, that may have tried to slip by undetected.

I can name other examples in my life but there are way to many to name.

It’s these kinds of thing in my life that point to the existence of God! There really is no other explanation. Everything that I have seen happen in my life is just way too perfect to be random.

— Posted from my iPhone… because I can

What if…

What if some of the things in this world we think we want aren’t what we really want? We walk into a store with our hearts racing and our thoughts clouded, determined to go buy the thing we think will ultimately make us happy, only to find once we finally hold it in our hands, that the chase was better than the catch. The feeling dies as if someone just poured water on your fire. Did I really want it, when I finally realized that the power to get it was right there?

It doesn’t stop at things you could buy. What about jobs? I’d often think that what if what I believed the ideal job came up. I’d probably jump on it right away. Funny enough, the so-called ideal job popped up in my mailbox. That’s when I realized just how much I really enjoy the job I have and I honestly don’t believe I am going to find any better or more ideal. Aside from doing the things I enjoy, I’m learning new skills and growing. What I had thought in the past was better pales by comparison.

It’s funny to me that I have had all of this power to “do”, and yet I find great joy right where I am and with what I have? Is it possible that I have discovered the secret to contentment?

— Posted from my iPhone… because I can