Today I’m sharing a story of serendipity.
As with most stories of providence, the mind embraces them – just for the sheer joy of re-living the twists involved.
This mind wants also to share.
It started this morning, with a last minute decision to do a shift at my favourite Thrift Shops for Nova. We could take advantage of the shop being closed to get an early start on sorting, pricing and displaying Valentine items.
My co-worker, Susan, (We like to call her the Bossa Nova) assigned me a table and I emptied a bin of love and hearts and red onto it, ready to get to work. But I as I pushed an open box aside to make more room, I noticed that inside, on top of some dishes, there was a leather-covered book. Being unabashedly attracted to such things, I took it out and realized at once that it was a Bible. As I lay it on the table, it opened at page 746. Not where the ribbon bookmark was, but at page 746, at the beginning of Proverbs.
The words spoke of wisdom, and knowledge, and ignorance, and understanding. And I was hooked and wanted to read more.
So I asked Susan if she thought it would be okay for me to borrow the Bible and return it the next time I went in.
And here’s the twist: Susan, herself, had just that morning taken that Bible in to the Thrift Shop. Hearing of my interest in reading it, she kindly donated it to me instead.
It seems appropriate for me to be embarrassed that I have not had a Bible in my house for many years. A digital version, yes, but not a beautiful, real live Bible with an engraved leather cover!
Well, now I have one. And I’m very happy. Thank you, dear Susan.