God and Violins?

I love this story. It makes me wonder how often we miss God Encounters because we think they are coincidences, not God taking an interest in us.

Eileen Rife, author of Second Chance and the Born for India trilogy, conducts marriage seminars with her husband and speaks on a variety of topics for women’s groups. www.eileenrife.com, www.eileen-rife.blogspot.com



          Several years ago our daughter’s violin teacher suggested she move to a full-size violin. Not wanting to rush a purchase, we studied several catalogs. Her teacher also highly recommended POTTER’S VIOLINS, a store 400 miles away that specialized in handcrafted models. I sighed to myself as I thought about the long trip, so I didn’t bother to ask for the address or phone number.

A new school year had just started; my husband, Chuck, and I were in the throes of publishing our first book; and we already had a trip scheduled to Washington, DC for a national home school convention. With so much on my plate, I decided to put the violin purchase on hold. I breathed a prayer to God that He would give us wisdom on the violin purchase.

When I phoned to book a motel for the home school convention, I discovered the only vacancy anywhere near DC was a Ramada in Bethesda, Maryland. I criticized myself for waiting so long to arrange the trip. I sighed again, thinking of the trouble we would have getting in and out of Washington.

Our trouble doubled when we arrived in DC to discover we had just missed the home school convention. The trip seemed like a total waste, but we decided to make the best of it. “Maybe our motel will have an indoor pool,” Chuck encouraged. Hungry, tired, and agitated, we headed to Bethesda. After checking into our motel, we piled into the car to locate a restaurant. Driving down Highland Avenue, Chuck noticed a tiny violin store tucked between two other storefronts. Later, as we dined on Chinese egg rolls and steaming rice, I mentioned that maybe we could browse the store before leaving for home in the morning.

The violin store was only a block from our motel, so the next day we walked down to peruse the selection. As we approached the storefront, I noticed bold lettering above the door—POTTER’S VIOLINS. Startled, I turned to Chuck. “Could this be the same POTTER’S Stephanie’s teacher had recommended?” I sifted through my memory and pulled a file. “She said the store was in Maryland,” I continued. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got.

As it turned out, it was the same store! My loving, caring heavenly Father had arranged all the details in answer to my simple desperate prayer when I was too tired and stressed to bother. God proved to me once again that He cares about every aspect of our family life, even the purchase of a violin for my precious daughter.

SHARING TIME: Can you think of a time that God intervened in a coincidental way in your life?



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