I was leaving one office, headed back to mine. I was walking.
For whatever reason, I went back a different way. Instead of heading out the door I came in, I went up a flight of stairs, hung a left, and preceded down another long hallway.
Head down, absentmindedly checking my phone and walking, I heard someone call my name. I turned to see an old friend, a church member I hadn’t talked with in a while. She expressed a simple need. I said I would connect her with the right people. I said bye and continued back to my office.
No big deal.
But then it struck me. What if I had gone back the other way? Would that connection have happened? I don’t think so. The whole thing felt like a little God moment. Nothing profound. Nothing particularly miraculous. But sovereignly orchestrated nonetheless.
I wonder how many moments like that pass by during the week, unappreciated, unnoticed, misread. We plow through them, labeling them distractions and detours, interruptions and inconveniences. But I wonder if they’re actually little God moments.