not just a coincidence

Yesterday I headed off to my little part of our big city in search of a few more small things for "Little One." I knew exactly what I was looking for, but wondered if I'd find them. I wanted to find a little tiny purse just her size since she seems to like such things. Finally at the bottom of a huge outdoor barrel of cheapo quilted purses I found just the thing, with a damaged part I didn't need, so I got it for a song. Perfect! Next to find the stringing wood beads to make a little necklace to go in the purse. I laugh at myself now to think I went into that marvelous red circle French store that starts and ends with a "T," give or take the French accent. There were salespeople in the toy aisles actually helping folks with their searches. Of course I didn't find what I wanted. In fact, these youthful clerks hadn't even heard of such a thing! (What they missed in their childhood, though maybe they just don't remember.)

On the way to the P.O. I got the notion, or better, "Someone" instilled in me the idea to stop in a children's consignment shop. On a shelf, right before my eyes, was a full container of the very wood beads I was searching for ... in perfect shape. (I hope Little One isn't reading this post.) Several other things went together extra smoothly that morning, including a string of green lights (that is, traffic lights that weren't red.) It all certainly made me very thankful. Doesn't it say somewhere in the Bible that "before you ask I will answer?" I hadn't exactly asked for help with the beads, but I sure got it!