Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous. – Albert Einstein
My grandma and mother in law share a birthday. Coincidence? Maybe. They each love to dance, were at one point in their life heavily involved in theater, bake with extreme talent, and suffered from bunions.
Their second oldest daughter played the clarinet when they were younger.
I could fill a page on the similarities, but there are many differences too, the biggest being that Avalon Perkins, my grandmother was born and raised in a small town of Arizona, while my mother-in-law was born and raised in Argentina.
I serve as the bridge between the two families, and maybe I’m the only one that sees the “coincidences.” That was until last week.
On February 12th, 2015 I was informed that my grandma had suffered a stroke ad lay in a coma in the Utah Valley Regional Medical Center in Provo, Utah. I waited anxiously as the doctors grasped the severity of the situation.
That next morning, Friday, February 13, 2015, my wife awoke me. She said that her twenty-seven-week-pregnant sister’s water broke and so she underwent an emergency c-section at the Utah Valley Regional Medical Center in Provo, Utah. Her sister was doing alright but the baby who did not yet have a name was badly bruised.
Over the next while we learned that the baby received the name of Liam and underwent a couple blood transfusions. There was a procedure where the doctors surgically inserted a heart monitor into the little guy. And my grandmother passed away.
As the days passed, arrangements were made for the remembrance of a kind woman and tests and procedures were made to help a little preemie.
Yesterday at the memorial and interment, there was a table of items from my grandmother that those in attendance were welcome to take.
I don’t know the purpose of the baby blanket we found. There are a lot of my cousins having babies, perhaps it was intended for one of them. Or maybe it was something left at her house when someone visited. Or even more likely, it was a gift she made for someone she wished to serve. My grandma served a lot of people in her lifetime and not just the hundreds of relatives.
We accepted the blanket and it seemed fitting that we offered it as a gift to little Liam, for in some way the two seem connected by coincidence. But now they are connected through service.
I don’t think that God wants to remain anonymous. I think that He wants his children and creations to recognize Him and His guiding hand. And it is through us that He can do that. Coincidence may connect us in this life; will it in the next? Service will.
Each life that touches ours for good
Reflects thine own great mercy, Lord;
Thou sendest blessings from above
Thru words and deeds of those who love.
What greater gift dost thou bestow,
What greater goodness can we know
Than Christlike friends, whose gentle ways
Strengthen our faith, enrich our days.
When such a friend from us departs,
We hold forever in our hearts
A sweet and hallowed memory,
Bringing us nearer, Lord, to thee.
For worthy friends whose lives proclaim
Devotion to the Savior’s name,
Who bless our days with peace and love,
We praise thy goodness, Lord, above. – Karen Lynn Davidson