The day God intervened

It was a nice day for Vancouver, and we decided we'd take the kids to Chilliwack to Flintstones Park. Off in the east though, the dark clouds were looming and it wasn't looking good for weather. It rains a lot in that part of the country, but we decided we'd give it a go anyway.
We had moved from Nova Scotia to Port Hardy a year or so previous to this day and were visiting my wife's parents at the time in Vancouver.
We set out on the trip to Chilliwack. While driving through Vancouver though, apparently I ran a yellow light. At least this is what the motorcycle cop was telling me as I sat furiously fuming, but very tight lipped and silent about the 75 dollar ticket he was about to give me!
When I pulled over, I pulled off on a side street to be clear of traffic, and after I received my reward from the nice officer, I wasn't able to get back on the street I pulled off from. Something to do with one way streets. In the course of trying to get back to where we were, we ended up quite lost, my frustration and fuming about my ticket not helping  matters in the least!
After about an hour or so we ended up in an area that my wife recognized and used to live, and knew where she was at least. So, after that, we decided to change our plans for the day and go to the Vancouver science center, as the weather by this time had started to change for the worse anyway.
We found parking and went inside and no sooner got in the door when one of the kids yelled out "There's the Manthornes!"
The Manthornes, were our pastor and his family from the church we attended while in Nova Scotia. They however, were on their way out while we were on our way in, so we visited briefly, and made plans to meet them in Stanley park the next day, and we had a great visit and time catching up the next afternoon!
When we got home to Port Hardy from Vancouver a week later, in our mail box was a letter from the Manthornes saying they would be in Vancouver at such a time, and how great it would be if we could meet up!
How sad we would have been to read that letter if God had not intervened and brought nine people together that day in the middle of 2 million others, in Vancouver.
Some people call these coincidences. Not me. I call them God-incidences. Some times God intervenes in our lives and some times He chooses not too. He's God, we're not! But, when He does, there is no doubt it was Him.
After all that, the 75 dollar ticket didn't seem quite so bad, a small price to pay for quality time spent with good friends, and seeing first hand, God at work. God is good!

" In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps" Proverbs 16:9

c.mcgrath