Once, I stayed with a family in Liverpool, England during a college band trip. They made the strangest impression on me, and I have a nearly full pictorial memory of my stay with them. I felt something in caring for them that I couldn’t nail down, but I will more than likely never see them again.
Another time, I met a friend and I knew it was going to be an important friendship, though I wasn’t sure why. Thus far, that friendship has actually felt acutely disappointing. Strange, right?
Recently, I had something happen that could not have been a coincidence, insomuch as I don’t actually believe coincidences of this kind exist. I don’t believe they exist because experience in my nearly 30 years has simply taught me that they don’t. Right or wrong, my faith in an all knowing, all powerful God leads me to believe that this event was not a coincidence. And yet I find myself tonight thinking I will likely never know the significance behind the occurrence.
Does this ever happen to you? Do you experience life in a profoundly significant way – even if you’re not quite sure how? Maybe I’m just the type of person who looks for meaning in everything. That wouldn’t surprise me in the least…