Pronoia is the opposite of paranoia. It is the belief that the universe is conspiring for our benefit.
A few years back a friend was going through a rough patch. Work was stressful and her husband worried that he would lose his job. Their kids were flailing in their own ways and it was like a bad juggling act just to get dinner on the table. They prayed about it without expecting much.
Then a bunch of families got together to give them a surprise for each of the twelve days before Christmas. Life swiveled from dragging themselves out of bed to anticipation of what would show up. Coincidence? Nope. Pronoia.
A woman who is wrestling with health issues can barely get her kids dressed and out the door in the morning. Her husband reached out to friends and within hours a schedule of meals evolved that will last into next month.
A couple that couldn't even agree about Saturday chores joined our marriage group a few years back. Being in the presence of five other moderately functional couples one evening a week helped them reboot. She told me recently that they took on a small renovation project together and she is having a ball. Their skills are complimentary and creativity is the new normal.
I don't just hold these miracles as embellishments of an otherwise disjointed existence. They are windows into what is going on all the time.