----MYSTERIOUS WAYS ~~
--MORE THAN COINCIDENCE~

--I WALKED through a cemetery late at night. Even by the light of the full moon, the names on the tombstones remained shrouded in darkness. Then lightning zigzagged through the sky and illuminated the headstone before me. 'Wes Smith.' My heart stopped. I knew that name.

I awoke with a start. It was only a dream, thank goodness. Still, I was unsettled. Why had I dreamed of Wes? Sure, we'd liked each other as sixth graders. We'd met in the Fall of '72 and clicked right away. He was so handsome, with his soft brown eyes and sweet smile. But then he moved away. I hadn't really thought about him in the four years since. 'It was just a strange dream,' I told myself. 'It doesn't mean anything.'

But over the next few days, I couldn't shake the feeling that I 'had' to tell Wes what I'd seen. I tracked down his address and wrote him a letter about the dream. But I didn't hear back. Eventually Wes, the dream and the letter slipped from my mind.

One day, four years later, I dropped by the college dorm suite next door to borrow a book. "Hang on," my neighbor said. "I'll grab it from my backpack." While I was waiting, I glanced around and noticed her high school prom photos. I looked closer. Her prom date. Those soft brown eyes. That sweet smile. He was bigger and taller, but I recognized him instantly. Wes.

My neighbor came back with the book. I told her how I knew Wes and that I'd love to catch up. She put us in touch. As it turned out, he remembered me too. He was coming to town and wanted to meet.

On a Friday night, Wes and I found ourselves at a college hangout, catching up over chicken wings. We filled each other in on the past eight years. Then Wes's tone turned serious, "Donna," he said, "I want to thank you for sending me that letter."

Wes explained that he'd gotten into drugs as a teen. But then he got my letter. It scared him into seeing that the way he was living might make my dream a reality. "That letter you sent was the turning point. After I got it, I stopped doing drugs."

It's been almost 40 years since that day. I never saw or heard from Wes again. But I'll never forget how we reconnected and the strange dream that turned out to be so much more.

--GUIDEPOSTS/DA~~
[Many times the Lord will put people on our hearts to tell other people things, that may help them come to realization they are out of the Lord's will and need to repent, and turn back to the Lord. Is the Lord putting someone on your heart to share His love and forgiveness. There are no coincidences with our Lord Jesus. Blessings! ]