September 22, 2017

God in the Face of Alzheimer’s Disease by Alan Anderson

“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you" (Deuteronomy 31: 6).

A few years ago while working as a chaplain in a care facility for people with complex care needs God showed up in a special way. Healthcare is a busy, stressful and bureaucratic system. Often time’s patients may be unconsciously overshadowed by the tasks at hand. There is always work to be done that is deemed necessary. There are also times where we may miss prompts from God that remind us of what really matters.

The facility I worked in was home to about one hundred mainly elderly people. This included a locked area housing people with Alzheimer’s. I spent about two hours each working day in the Alzheimer’s unit. It was a quiet area where music from a by-gone era played in the background through speakers in the ceiling.

Part of my routine was to sit with the residents during morning coffee time. We would sit together around a table. I enjoyed their company. Sometimes I would ask the folk simple questions like “how are you today?” The questions were usually followed by smiles or brief replies from the residents. Most of them no longer held conversations of any length. Needless to say, coffee table talk was minimal.

One morning while enjoying coffee and cookies with my tablemates a lady smiled at me from across the room. A nurse had informed me this lady loved to pray for people and liked to recite Scripture verses. This was all when she was able to communicate more often with people. I could see in her smile that she would still communicate from time to time.

Our introduction to each other came through a smile and a brief look in the eyes. Alzheimer’s had imprisoned her mind and she no longer conversed with anyone. It seemed most of the time she was in her own world. There were times where she was able to peek into the world once familiar to her. I was now about to share in one of these moments.

I walked over to her and said hello. Her name was Alice. I remembered what the nurse told me about the lady’s use of Scripture language. I said, “This is the day that the Lord has made…” She smiled yet again and said, “amen brother.” When I finished the line and said, “let us rejoice and be glad in it!” she said, “oh yes, yes, brother.” It was a brief connection. She then drifted off somewhere I couldn’t go. She smiled but her eyes turned from the sparkle I saw a few seconds ago to a look that did not seem to see me.

Teachers like Alice are real. Our teachers may impress on us the frailty yet beautiful gift of life. I hope I capture this in my writing.

If, one day I fall under the grip of Alzheimer’s disease and forget the world and those I love, I pray they will not forget me. I know God won’t. I can rest in that joy!

This brief interaction with Alice was an insightful reminder of the everlasting presence of God. It was amazing that when she spoke it was in the language of Scripture. In Scripture we are encouraged that God will never leave us or forsake us. Alice, as one of my teachers, impressed this promise on me. God never leaves us. Never! I will never forget Alice!



September 21, 2017

POLKA DOTS of JOY in the FABRIC of LIFE by Jocelyn Faire

In reality, serendipity accounts for one percent of the blessings we receive in life, work and love. The other 99 percent is due to our efforts.
Peter McWilliams

Jesus said, “You're tied down to the mundane; I'm in touch with what is beyond your horizons. You live in terms of what you see and touch. I'm living on other terms. I told you that you were missing God in all of this. You're at a dead end. If you won't believe I am who I say I am, you're at the dead end of sins.You're missing God in your lives.” John 8:23, 24 The Message

Serendipity the positive accidental occurrences that happen by “chance” from being in the right place at the right time. Some people call them miracles; I've called them God Moments and I'm guessing we have all had our share of them. I appreciated Michael Hyatt's reference to them being God's connecting points. I firmly believe that God does want to connect with us in our every day lives. The challenge for me is to be open to these points, to have my eyes in tune with chance happenings.To live on the serendipitous side of life can be a scary place. 

In the fall of 2008, four years after the great tragedy that divided my life into before and after, I moved to Australia. People thought I was very brave; I knew it was probably more desperation than courage. Without knowing a soul in the down under part of the world, I accepted a nursing job in a private hospital in Perth, Western Australia. One of my most frequent prayers at the time was Lord, let my paths cross with the people you want me to meet. That is an ongoing prayer. 

Several years ago, someone mocked my attributing some “miracle” to God, as he thought it was just a coincidence. To which I replied, well I know that when I pray about things, I do have more coincidences.

But, and it's a big But ... the randomness of tragedy is kind of the flip side of serendipity. The old song line says: If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all ... And on this note I am in North Africa on my posting date .... 

 After finishing their home assignment time, my daughter and her family returned early September. They had not even arrived in their home town. In the midst of their three day mini holiday/return to North Africa transition she called to ask my husband for signs of appendicitis ... she had been having unusual pains, moving to her low back as well. Harold asked her if she could stand up straight. So far she could. She feigned optimism. 
 A few hours later, she called again, she could not stand up straight ... she knew she had to go into an emergency to be seen. My daughter has delivered her youngest two children in Morocco and has helped many women in the N African hospitals, and has a healthy fear about being there. Why had this not happened four days earlier when she could have had surgery in a “safe” Canadian hospital? 
She calls again to ask if they would have time to drive the six hours required to get to their home. She read the white blood count, and Harold (a physician) gives them the travel go ahead. Besides it was now 11pm in their zone, and he wondered if they would gather a team to do surgery in the middle of the night. And so, she is given pain medication, and my son-in-law with three jet lagged children in the back seat, one appendicitis pained wife in the front seat, heads out on the dark African roads at night, while somewhat anxious families back in Canada lift prayers that they will find open gas stations along the road and no wandering camels. 

I do not sleep much that night ... but feel as though I must and can trust the Father to look after my daughter and her family. 

Nothing comes as a surprise to God. 

The surgery is successful. and the call from my daughter ... could I come for a short period to help with back to school week and surgery recovery. My mother heart knows immediately what my answer is. And truly I am fortunate to be able to find the time, find the flights ... and so as you read this, I know I will be experiencing God moments across the ocean.

Isn't life interesting. The song lines that came to mind as I write is from the old hymn: This is My Father's World. (a link follows) Don't we serve an amazing God?

photo from the north African country my grand children live in.

September 20, 2017

IMPACT by Joylene M Bailey

I was 23 and seven months pregnant with my firstborn when God or His angels stepped in between the car I was in and the one heading straight for me.

I can still see the grill of that vehicle racing through a red light, aimed right at the passenger door where I was sitting. Time seemed to slow down as I closed my eyes and braced for the impact.

Instead, I heard WHOOOOSH and felt an intense gust of wind blow against my door. I opened my eyes to see that by some strange occurrence we were on the other side of the intersection. I twisted in my seat, as much as my pregnant belly would allow, to look for the car that had almost hit us. It was nowhere to be seen. The whole event had happened in the blink of an eye.

My husband hadn’t heard the whoosh, hadn’t felt the gust of wind. He had swerved but not enough to evade a collision. It was as though we had skipped ahead in time and that the event I KNOW happened, had not occurred at all. The memory is so vivid to me. Even after all these years I can’t explain it, but I know without a doubt that God intervened that day.

I believe it was because He still had plans for me, for the baby I carried, and for two more yet to be born. He intended for me to raise three strong, independent girls to women who would impact their world and the Kingdom. He intended for them to raise children of their own, to impact the Kingdom and their future world. This is no small thing.

There have been countless times in my life when God’s strategic providences were evident. Not all of them have been as time-warping as this one. But each event has added a brick to my wall of faith, making it stronger every time, so that when life takes a dive into the muck I can trust that He sees the Big Picture from His vantage point. And I can keep slogging it out in the sludge below, knowing He will help me through in His own timing.

He can be trusted.

He can be trusted with my writing too.

On those days when I wonder why in the world I think I’m a writer (which, to be honest, is most days), I can trust that there must be some reason He gave me this passion. He must need my voice for something. So I will write, and trust Him with whatever He wants to do with it.

Maybe, just maybe, God intervened that day so that I would be around to write this post. To give Him glory for the unimaginable yet very real impact He has on all of us who are privileged to call Him Father.


Joylene writes from her home in Edmonton where she lives with her Cowboy, her third strong, independent daughter, and a cat named Calvin. She writes at 

Photos by Pixabay.

September 19, 2017

God Moments by Eunice Matchett

Every day, all around us, small insignificant events take place. Most go unnoticed,  but others are life changing. God moments, I call them. My interpretation of "be still and know that I am God." 

Ten years ago, my husband, Alex, was diagnosed with cancer and given five months to live. Shock waves shot through our family, neighborhood, and church.

Alex shared his time and resources with everyone. He had a marvelous sense of humor that lightened even the heaviest situations. So many people wanted to say goodbye and spend time with him. The phone rang constantly. Our front entrance became a revolving door. Our daughter came home to help me with Alex’s care.

One day, a month after his diagnosis, our daughter left for the day to spend time with her brother.  By mid afternoon, several friends dropped by, and our daughter phoned, saying she was spending the night at her brother’s. Unusual, I thought, but realized siblings can comfort each other in a way no one else can. I pushed the "unusual" from my mind.

I was exhausted, and deep shadows on Alex’s face bore witness to his weariness. With much effort, he pushed out of his recliner saying, I’m going to lie down. Please come with me. I glanced at all the dirty dishes in the kitchen, left behind by constant company, and opened my mouth to ask for fifteen minutes. But my words stopped.

Since it was too painful for Alex to lie down, I collected pillows from the beds around the house and made our bed into a giant recliner. As we snuggled together, warmth flowed through us, much like an electric blanket on a cold winter night, and nothing around us existed. Alex’s pain ebbed. We talked about the fun things we’d done, the places we’d been, the people we’d met, the mistakes we’d made. We laughed about the shenanigans our children had done. The wonderful adults they’d grown to be. Evening turned into night. Still we talked and laughed. With no warning, Alex’s mind softened and he returned to Bosnia, where he’d served as a military engineer years ago. I held him until he calmed, then we drifted off to sleep.

The following day, Alex’s pain returned and he was admitted to the hospital. Within hours he was gone, but stories pierced my darkness.

The night before, Alex’s cousins were coming from Edmonton to visit him, but a tire on their car went flat. By the time AMA changed it, it was too late. Friends were coming from Calgary, but a sudden blizzard closed the highway between Calgary and Red Deer. And our daughter chose to spend the night at our son’s home.

Wonderment filled me. God used blizzards and flat tires and sibling love to give Alex and I that last evening by ourselves, to lie down in green pastures. Even now, ten years later, when I find myself in darkness and see no way out, I remember that night and am filled with hope for tomorrow.

September 18, 2017

Dandelions from Heaven - Gloria Guest

This month I'd like to share another one of my columns written for the Moose Jaw Express (2011) and also shared on my blog.  I have had many God  moments in my life both as an individual and as a writer but this particular God moment was and is so poignant for me that I like to share it where I can and this months topic is perfect for it. I loved writing my column and hope to write one again someday; I found it to be the perfect intersecting of those God moments in my life both big and small with my love of writing, giving me the opportunity to share with others. It has been a huge learning curve to learn what to share and what not to, yet with this group, I feel free share to the circumstances surrounding the following crisis and so have made changes that reflect that trust. :) 

She was just a little girl of five out in a field full of dandelions. My younger sister used to spend countless hours picking the bright yellow-topped 'weeds' which she would then proudly present to our mother, who would of course place them in a cup full of water to be placed prominently on the table.

Brenda passed away from suicide on a beautiful, spring, sunny day in June of 2004 (on a perfect dandelion picking day) and we, her remaining three sisters, included this memory in her eulogy. To this day I cannot see a field of dandelions without thinking of her and on occasion have been known to pick a fistful for my own table in her memory.

During the grieving period there are many memories that re-surface, some good, some not so good, but all needing to be turned over and over in our minds, before we can finally lay them to rest. It can be a long, emotional journey with many twists and turns in the road, but one that is necessary.

Brenda at five years old
My family was no different. There have been all the typical questions of “why?” There were questions about whether she was truly at peace. Questions that often only God sees us struggling with and only He can answer.

One such question was answered for us in a beautiful way one warm, sunny day just a few days after our sister's funeral. My youngest sister was sitting in the stands watching her son play soccer when she noticed a little girl who she had never seen there before, running around. She appeared to be about five years of age and had long, auburn coloured hair, very much like Brenda's used to be. All of a sudden and for no apparent reason the little girl ran up to my sister with a fistful of dandelions, plopped them directly on the bench beside her and ran away.

That was it. It was such a simple, innocent act of a child yet full of meaning for us; dandelions sent from heaven to let us know that she was okay. God knew exactly what we needed and why. Through that incident and others, God has proved to me that He is there around the corners of life. He is there even before I get there and He knows exactly what I am going to need to get through it....even if it’s simply a fistful of dandelions.

Gloria Guest writes from her little log home on the prairies in Caron, Sk., on the subjects of Hope & Faith & Endurance with the aim of encouraging others. You can find her blog at 

September 17, 2017

Even where I cannot see, God continuously provides - Rohadi

Even where I cannot see, God continuously provides.

I know this is true because it’s happened over and over again. You would think I’d be less surprised when it happens now, but there’s always a layer of stubbornness that eventually gives way to awesome wonder.

I remember a recent season when my first church plant was coming to a close. (Actually, I should say it was changing, not closing, since most of the people remain connected in community.)

I thought to myself, what am I supposed to do now? I wasn't worried about it, but I knew change that I could not see was coming. A new door was about to open.

Some context first. For a couple of years prior, a friend and I were having conversations about a new church community in our city for the, "outsiders". You know the ones, the people that surrounded Jesus, yet were simultaneously outcasts in their regular society. What would a church for the outsiders look like in the here and now?

For me, I had always advocated for a church plant; she wasn't on board for that size of commitment...yet.

Two days before Christmas I got a message from her, "let's do an event.” Basically, an idea for a kind of a service, once a month, to make inroads to the outsider community.

Let me think about it, I replied.

Inside I knew I wasn’t interested in doing an event. It’s easy for a church to do cool events/services to cater to a particular demographic. That wasn’t very appealing, it lacked a level of depth I think is necessary for any community, especially one for the outsiders. We needed depth for longevity, an event wasn't going to cut it.

Two days after Christmas I replied, "I'm not interested in an event, anybody can do something cool. But I'd do a church plant."

This time a surprising reply, "Ok, let’s do it...."

I don’t know what changed in either of us, other than the timing was God ordained. Right when my first church plant closed a new one came out of nowhere to begin.

Two months later Cypher Church launched and we've been figuring out how to live out community with the “outsiders” who’d otherwise never fit into contemporary churches ever since.

God always has a plan. Sometimes we can’t see how far it goes, but we get signposts along the way confirming we’re on the right track. The transformations seen in Cypher Church in our brief time have been miraculous to say the least. The pursuit without a known path has yielded incredible moments.

How did this experience impacted my writing? For one, instead of preaching (which I’ve never really done in a traditional sense) I changed to accommodate a new way of communicating. Rather than 30 minute teaching sessions, I had to distill my ideas down to 5 minute spoken word projects instead. A good challenge to communicate effectively.

The other is the one I cannot see. The work to translate beliefs and language we take for granted in church culture for the next generation who have no religious memory. This work seems to be shaping a future book. Where it goes I don't know because I can't see that far ahead. But even where I cannot see, God can, and I'm happy to meander down the path looking for signposts along the way to confirm I'm headed in a good direction.


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September 16, 2017

The Providential Hand of God by Nina Faye Morey

This month’s blog theme, “God’s Connecting Points,” brought to mind several key turning points in my life when I’ve felt God’s hand guiding me. Another word for “serendipity” is “providence,” which means that God intervenes in our lives when we’re in need of divine direction, physical protection, or spiritual care. Because He’s all knowing and all powerful, He’s aware of everything that’s happening in our lives. He knows our heart’s every desire, and He’s eager to answer our prayers. He willingly and lovingly cares and provides for us. He knows His purpose for our lives and wants to help us succeed. Every microscopic detail of our lives is under His control. Since we have such a providential and faithful Father, we should always remember to thank Him when we prosper, patiently wait on Him in the face of adversity, have confidence in Him when we falter, and trust that He has good plans in store for our future.

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,
who have been called according to his purpose.
~ Romans 8:28

Even when our lives seem chaotic and out of control, we can still be assured that God’s watching over us. When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer, I felt my world was falling apart and my life would soon be over. I grieved because I thought I’d never be able to do all the things I’d planned. But I never stopped praying, and God faithfully answered my prayers for healing. I’m now a five-year cancer survivor, and I hope He’s not done with me yet.

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.”
~ Jeremiah 29:11

During my chemotherapy treatments, my immunity dipped so low I was even afraid to attend church. I still distastefully recall the daily shots I received to boost my immunity. On top of all this, I was allergic to one of my medications and developed a nasty, red, itchy rash! But God was there for me through all of this. He led me to watch religions programs like “The Living Truth” and “Joyce Meyer” on television. I found comfort through their teachings and scribbled down notes whenever a sermon moved me. I found many of these notes useful in my writing. Whenever I wanted to use scripture to illustrate a point, God’s finger pointed me to just the right verse in my Bible.

I first committed my writing to God, when He led me to 1 Corinthians 12, regarding the gifts given by the Holy Spirit. I felt I was being guided to use my writing ability to bless others. Since then, God’s led me to write about topics, like my cancer, that I would never have considered otherwise. Things I’ve had first-hand experience with that might help others to deal with these issues. The Holy Spirit has definitely been at work in my life. He’s a trustworthy mentor who’s helped me use my words to help, inspire, and comfort others.

Later, when I was feeling stuck in my writing career, God led me to InScribe through a local writing group (HisImprint). When it disbanded, that was His cue for me to get more involved with InScribe. Then I started to think about editing, and God sent Sheila Webster to my doorstep with an offer to become FellowScript’s columns editor and, subsequently, editor-in-chief. Once again, signs of God’s providential hand guiding me towards good things and a glorious future.

Photo Credit: Nina Faye Morey

September 15, 2017

Surprised by God's Timing - Again! Tracy Krauss

I love to hear 'God moment' stories. Not only are they inspiring, but they serve to strengthen our faith. I've had many such experiences in my life - too many to explain in one blog post. I would need an entire book. (Perhaps this is a theme for our next InScribe anthology...)

Anyway, it seems God has been increasing these supernatural 'serendipities' in the last few months. Even though I had a heart attack in May and subsequent open heart surgery, I have also felt God's direction and leading very clearly and unmistakably. He has orchestrated every step in miraculous ways, right down to the very hour of my surgery and beyond.

These experiences have been focal points during my recovery - tangible reminders of God's faithfulness and supernatural might. My faith has never been stronger. How could I ever again question God's timing about ANYTHING when I've seen how perfect His timing is, right down to the minutest detail?

And then... God surprised me once again.

I had been hoping to finish my cardiac rehabilitation over the summer in time to go back to teaching school in September. My doctors strongly suggested I take part in the program, but if I didn't hurry and get in, I wouldn't make it before my 'deadline'. Despite my constant phone calls, delays of various kinds meant I did not get into the program until near the end of August. My natural reaction would have been frustration, but I knew God has a reason. When September rolled around I wasn't ready to return to work yet anyway, and it turns out, I had exactly the right amount of leave days to take me to the end of October so that I could participate in the rehab! The timing was perfect, since one of my daughters is pregnant with her first child in the middle of September, (in two days, in fact!) so I now have time to spend with her right after the baby is born. It also meant I could attend Fall Conference without taking time off. God had it all worked out perfectly! Hooray!

And then... God surprised me AGAIN... 

I started feeling 'off' a few weeks ago. I had been making great progress over the summer, walking longer and farther each day, and getting progressively stronger. But suddenly I started getting dizzy and fatigued after very little exertion, and I was even experiencing chest pain again. I started rehab and ended up in the emergency ward. How discouraging after such a long wait. Trips to the doctor, (and many more decisions to just stay home and 'tough it out') finally led me to the realization that Fall Conference was not an option for me this year. Reluctantly, I had to inform the rest of the planning committee that I would not be able to fulfill my duties or teach the workshop that I had prepared.

Instead of working it out for me to go to Fall Conference, it seems God has orchestrated more time for rest and reflection. I'm writing this post from my hospital bed, where I've been confined for three days now, while undergoing tests. It wasn't what I had expected, and certainly not what I want, but I can see God's timing. He knew all along what was needed, and as you hopefully read in Ruth's post from yesterday, He has worked out all the details perfectly.

I'm still living out this particular story, but I'm sure that God's got it handled. Here is a bible verse my sister sent me yesterday:
"I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord, be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart. Wait, i say, on the Lord." Psalm 27: 13-14 NKJV

September 14, 2017

Chance or God's Perfect Timing? By Ruth L. Snyder

As I write this blog post, our InScribe Fall Conference is less than two weeks away. Robert Burns said, "The best laid plans of mouse and men often go astray." The committee received notification on Thursday that one of our workshop leaders will not be able to attend conference or present a workshop, due to health issues. I had the natural human reaction - panic. After my mind started racing through all the "what if"s, I stopped and prayed. After all, if I say I believe God is always in control, and His plan is always best, then He obviously has an answer for every dilemma.


 I enrolled in Chandler Bolt's Self Publishing School several weeks ago. Minutes after I started praying, I received an email that said, "This training session isn't officially part of Self-Publishing School. Instead it's my gift to you for taking action and committing to your success." The free training was a webinar on the exact subject the workshop leader was scheduled to present about—something I've explored before, and was planning to dig into further. Long story short, I will be presenting the workshop.

Chance, or God's perfect timing? Throughout my life I have experienced many of these incidents that continue to remind me of God's loving hand in my life.

My husband and I had been discussing adoption for a few months. We looked into options, requested information from adoption agencies, and prayed for God's guidance. The night we sat down to fill out an application with Adoption Options, we received a phone call from our sister-in-law. Her sister wanted us to adopt her 8-month-old baby. The phone call came on a Thursday; we were asked to pick up the baby the next Monday. That is how our oldest daughter, Grace, joined our family. The day this post goes live just happens to be her 20th birthday.

On the more humorous side, last week I drove into Edmonton to pick up boxes of InScribe's newest anthology, Christmas: Stories & More. About half way home I noticed the gas tank was getting close to the quarter tank mark. I checked the "distance to empty" and figured out I should be able to get back to Glendon to fill up, with about 20 kilometers to spare. (When I filled up that morning, gas was less than a dollar a litre, but everywhere else it was at least $1.05/litre.) I knew there were at least two gas stations between where I was and the gas station in Glendon. When I passed the first gas station, I checked again and everything was right on track. Then, I went past the second gas station. The gauge seemed to be going down faster, but I figured I would still make it. When I was 16 kilometers from Glendon, the "distance to empty" also said 16. That's when I started to pray. "Lord, help me to make it to the gas station, please. I know I should have filled up before, but it's too late now." I reached the 8 kilometer mark, and now the gauge said the tank would be empty in two kilometers. I kept driving and praying, thinking about who I knew along the road in case the van stopped. The "distance to empty" read zero, and I still had six kilometers to go. I kept praying, and driving. Somehow, the van made it, not just to Glendon, but also to the gas station. After I filled up, the "distance to empty" was 638 kilometers. I had driven 674 kilometers. I'm so glad God had mercy, despite my foolish decision. But I have also decided I will fill up when the gas tank is no lower than a quarter tank from now on!

Have you experienced God's perfect timing in your life? I'd love to hear your stories. Please share in the comments below, and let's praise God together!

Every day is a new adventure for Ruth, her husband, Kendall, and their five children. Sometimes those adventures are self-inflicted!

Ruth is on a mission to help creative people live their passion. You can find out more about Ruth's adventures and RLS Creativity at

September 10, 2017

Synchronicity: God's Alignment by Sharon Espeseth

Synchronicities in the Bible

Joseph with His Jealous Brothers
Was it pure luck that Joseph, after being thrown in a pit by his brothers, ended up in Egyptian courts? That's where his brothers found him years later during a famine. Joseph, in charge of supplies, offered food to his family. His brothers, expecting retaliation, had been fearful upon meeting Joseph.

Acknowledging God had put him there, Joseph allayed their fears. "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives."
(Genesis 50:19-20)

The Old Testament is filled with stories of people who were at the right place at the right time in order to carry out God's plan.

Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem
Without Cell Phones

In the days before his crucifixion, Christ organized his final days. Before his ride through Jerusalem, Jesus needed a donkey. He sent two disciples to the next village with instructions about where to find a donkey and her colt. "Untie them and bring them to me," Jesus said. "If anyone says anything to you, say that the Lord needs them, and he will send them right away." (Matthew 21:2-3)

With arrangements for his last supper with his disciples, Jesus didn't call ahead to book the upper room. He told his disciples to go to the city and look for a man carrying a jug of water. They were to follow him until he entered a house and then approach him saying, "The Teacher asks: 'Where is the guest room where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?' He will show you a large room upstairs, all furnished. Make preparations there." (Luke 22:11-12)

Throughout all of history and again today, God aligns things for us. Even when we are reaping the consequences of our mistakes, God orchestrates situations to our benefit. As Christians, " . . . We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (Roman 8:28)

What Is Synchronicity?

There are many definitions and discussions about synchronicity on the Internet, but finding something sound and succinct isn't easy. One blogger said that synchronicity is a concept one cannot understand by hearing about it. One needs to see it for oneself. Synchronicity must be "caught instead of taught."

Carl Jung, the early 20th century psychoanalyst was the first to coin the term synchronicity as "a phenomenon that occurs when two seemingly unrelated events occur close to one another, and the person experiencing the events interprets this correlation as meaningful." I believe he also referred to synchronicity as "meaningful coincidences."

I found some answers at,
including the following etymology of the word "coincidence."

The word coincidence is translated from the Greek word synkyrian, which is a combination of two words: sun and kuriosSun means “together with,” and kurious means “supreme in authority.” So a biblical definition of coincidence would be “what occurs together by God’s providential arrangement of circumstances.”

Is this where Jung got the word, "synchronous" and thus "synchronicity?"

Synchronicity and Me

Looking back, I recognize, and am thankful for, many synchronous times and events, but I will restrict my telling.

1. June 1: Sandi Somers listed The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron as a resource. Located book at
home. Began reading.

2. June 8: Identified with author's ideas on "blocked creative." Started writing Morning Pages.

3. June 25: Started Week One, Day One. Expectations: Write Morning Pages, 3 per day. Plan and carry out 1 2-hour, solitary Artist's Date per week. Written Check-In at week's end. Do not read Morning Pages. (Put in envelope or don't go back in notebook.)

Cameron provides Exercises and Tasks. To do the program effectively, participants should do Exercises and some of Tasks.

4. June 22: Check-In for Week Three and every week thereafter asks,

"Did you experience any synchronicity this week? What was it?" 

Began looking for synchronicity. Recording pleasant, unexpected happenings, plans that unfolded like a river going downstream.

5. Observations as weeks progress: More synchronicity. More abundant flow in my life. Increased awareness of synchronous happenings. More writing. Getting more done.

Morning Pages become increasingly more spiritual experience. Written prayers and Bible quotations
pop into my head. More frequently offer worries, complaints and needs to God. Ask God for wisdom for myself and others. Less fixing. Learning to let go and let God. Morning Pages more devotional.

6. Keeping up with program. Repeated two weeks when I didn't cover enough ground.

7. Surprised to discover this month's blog theme of "Synchronicity."

8. Week 9: Surprise! One of Tasks is re-reading Morning Pages. Coloured markers in hand, I  Take Stock, Take Heart, and Acknowledge.
Acknowledge synchronicity and how it blessed my life.

*Bible texts are in The New International Bible.


September 08, 2017

Divinely Orchestrated Appointments are NOW - Dayna Mazzuca

This is a wonderful season we're in, spiritually speaking. God is connecting all the dots, revealing his purposes for his church in this time. He is arranging one divine appointment after another. He is speaking through his people. He is answering the hard questions. He is calling us to wait on him, to lift up our hearts, to depend on the Holy Spirit for direction and to trust in his provision.

My son made me this sign on my birthday:  
When all else fails, God will not.

This was my hubby's:  
When they throw you to the wolves, come back leading the pack.

And my daughter's handmade offering:   
I love you so much!

These are three messages to sustain. 

Together, they remind me: God's unfailing love will not fail. 

His redemption is full and we are fully his.

This means we can trust him for great things. In the small things, the large things. the material things and the invisible things. In other words: we can trust him in ALL things.

The other day I was driving through Airdrie with my daughter (for a girls' getaway to Banff). I hadn't called my close friend who lives in Airdrie and was feeling like I was flying under the radar. I knew she'd be hurt if she knew I was in town (even briefly) and didn't call. But I'd wanted to focus on my daughter and our intentional weekend away. I still, however, was very aware of what my friend's response might be...

We were there about 10 minutes. I went to use the washroom at McDonald's and came out only to bump into her husband, a tall, outgoing, super-social connector. He was on his phone in an instant. I ended up having a great conversation with my friend while our kids played in the backyard. It turned out her husband wasn't "supposed to be" there at that time, but that his meeting had been changed that morning. God's timing.

Then... on our return trip back through Airdrie to Edmonton from Banff, we hit a huge rainstorm. I took a detour onto the east side of the highway and veered off to a restaurant I'd never heard of, but that looked comfortable. I pulled up to the window and there was my same friend eating a bowl of soup! She had never been to that restaurant either. "This is my first time out for lunch in a year," she laughed as we hugged inside. She called her hubby, who brought the same two children my daughter had played with at the start of the trip. And, again, we had a great conversation and thanked God for his timing—and attention to detail!

I should add: I do not own a cell, making these divinely-orchestrated appointments extra special.

These two connections, which allowed my friend and I to support each other in our journeys with our children, to pray together and to bless one another, affirmed to both of us (and our children!) that God is in the details. We can trust him with our comings and goings. How much more can we trust him with our work and our lives? Amen.