Last night Beverly and I went to Fort Worth, as she needed to do some shopping for a baby shower. We decided to go to Red Lobster in North Richland Hills (we had never been to that particular one). I dropped her off at the door and went to park the church van (we needed it because she was the designated "buyer" for the shower).
As I was walking to the front door, I saw Beverly. She was standing next to a young woman, and I remember thinking, "That looks like Jenny" (our daughter). As I opened the door, my granddaughter came running to me! So we were able to eat dinner last night with our daughter and her husband and our granddaughter.
It was such a neat serendipity. We had originally planned to shop in Denton, and that was changed at the last minute. Then to go to a restaurant we had never been to. And share a meal with our sweet family. I love those kind of surprises. And although I don't know how to differentiate between what is coincidence and what is divine arrangement -- I will choose to thank God for that. After all, James says every good and perfect gift is from above. And last night was good. And it was perfect.