Serendipity

I have a story to share that some will undoubtedly find too lacking in credibility to believe…in fact, I see it as no less than a miracle. Whether others do not, well, that isn’t the point. It is an example of serendipity.
My mother had been praying, asking for intercession as to what should be done with my father. My father, as Wesley shared in a previous entry, is terminally ill (lung cancer) and checked into a hospital earlier this week. Our next steps hinged on what the Chief Pulmonologist of the hospital would say, whether he would have to make an invasive test or not. Both my parents wanted to do the right thing, but were unsure whether the test was the right way to go and whether it would provide new information or insights into the experience. My mother asked for help and guidance in her prayers.
Without going into too much detail, on Thursday night, the chief of pulmonology came into my father hospital room. He was Nicaraguan. As he chatted with my parents, discussing the options, especially some particularly unwanted ones that involved a bronchoscopy, my mother asked him, “You’re from Nicaragua?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“My grandfather was from Nicaragua and moved to Panama. His name was Mayorga and his family lives in the town of Leon.”

“Really? I know that family! They are well-known!” This seemed to break the ice, so to speak. It set my mom at ease, and my father, too.

Later as my mother reflected on the conversation, tears came to her eyes and her voice quavered. She felt that God had stepped in for her. I had to point out that only God COULD have stepped in on this situation. Consider that my great-grandfather on my mother’s side was Nicaraguan, something I had NOT known until she told me Friday morning. And, that the chief of Pulmonology for the hospital we were at–a destination decided upon by the ambulance driver in the early morning hours on Thursday–also was a Nicaraguan who knew the Mayorga family…and who happened to control the fate of my father in regards to achieving desired outcome.

Well, one could chalk it up as mere coincidence, but my mom and I choose not to. Serendipity is the hand of God at work in the world, more than just coincidence. May you receive this story in the spirit it was intended.

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  1. We know that with God, there are no coincidences. And He wants us to share our God stories – your’s is truly a God story and thank you for sharing.
    How can we pray for you and your family? I like to pray specific prayers for people and would like to pray for you.

  2. Wow Miguel, that is truly amazing. Small world– but this is not really a “small world” story– it is a story of God’s children living in His world, within His care. God bless you and your family in this time.

  3. Miguel

    Thank you for sharing your story.

    You had one line that really made me think – Serendipity is the hand of God at work in the world, more than just coincidence.

    Too often, I do not give God credit for the “little things” that happen in my life everyday. I sometimes want to see big things happen to prove to me that God is really working in my life.

    Figuratively speaking, we are expecting a huge dam to come out of nowhere and stop the flow of the mighty river. Instead, what we should be looking for is how He is gently nudging the small stream and, in so doing, changing the course of the river many miles downstream.

    We often wonder how we got to this point in our lives, but if we would just look “back upstream” a little ways, we would see how God was gently nudging the stream of or our lives. It is those gentle nudges; those little loving corrections; that make all the difference.

    May God bless you and your family.