In His Hands

Have you ever had one of those moments in your life when you look up and God is standing right beside you? You can’t deny it or overlook it. You feel His presence and know that He has the whole world, including you, in His Hands. Recently, I had one of those moments where I could not deny His work in my life.

Four years ago, I met a woman in the lobby of our church. She was strolling in the front door with two little boys in tow. I didn’t recognize her, assumed she was a first time guest, and directed her towards our Children’s facility. As she walked away, I started up another conversation with someone else. As I finished that conversation, the woman returned to the Lobby from our Children’s facility, so I said hello. She confirmed she was a first time guest. I explained to her that I was on an assignment from the Lord to pray every day in the sanctuary then asked her if there was anything I could pray for that week for her. She said, “Sure, pray for my family and please include my husband. He couldn’t be here today.” I asked her what her husband’s name was and she told me. Then she went into the sanctuary for the service and I never saw her again. As far as I know, she never visited our church again.

The next day I went into the sanctuary and prayed for her, her family and her husband. When I began praying for him, the Lord spoke to me. He said He would like me to start my prayers every day by praying for this man I had never met. When I asked God why, He said because I personally did not know this man, and he could not benefit me in any way. Before I prayed for my stuff, He wanted me to pray for this man…everyday…for one year.

I did it. I prayed his name over and over again that year. But, then the year ended. God led me to a different focus and that assignment was over. I never met the man or even heard his name uttered for the next three years. Then recently I was on Facebook and his name popped up on my feed as someone I might like to send a Facebook friend request to. So, I did, hoping he would accept the request and I could encourage him with that story. But, he never responded to my request. Last Sunday morning, during worship, God spoke to me and said to send him a Facebook message and tell him the story. I argued with God, it was obvious the guy didn’t do Facebook very often. But, God was very direct with me, I was to send him a message and do it that day.

That night I pulled up the guy’s profile and went to his photos. I looked for a picture of his wife to verify that this was the right guy. I found a picture of her but honestly I don’t remember what she looked like; it had been 4 years. Her name seemed similar to what I remembered, but not exactly. I felt confident that this was the right guy. So, I sent him a message, told him the story and simply encouraged him that God has been working behind the scenes on his behalf for a long time and that God really loves him. Assignment done!

The next morning…the very next morning…I go to Lowes to buy a gift card. I select the card quickly and I get in line. The woman in front of me feels my presence and looks over her shoulder. You’ll never guess who it was. Yep, it was this man’s wife! I called her by name which shocked her and I asked if she or her husband had read my message from the night before. She tells me that he never reads those messages (that is why God put us in line next to each other). I then had the privilege of telling her the story and encouraging her to ask her husband to read it. We were both overwhelmed at this divine interruption.

This story isn’t primarily about this man and whatever God wants to do in his life. It definitely isn’t about me. It is a story about our God, who loves us deeply and is working just out of sight to watch over us, care for us and guide us in our journey. My faith level is through the roof by the divine coincidence of this story. I pray it inspires you as well. For more on this subject, go to


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