God errs on the side of subtle. At least that is how our relationships plays out. When I am feeling vulnerable, the possibility of being touched by a small interaction increases. While I may fantasize about a dramatic communique from on high to steer my course the truth is that God doesn't message me in billboards and skywriting. 

 

There are many stories in the bible where God directs His people. From a burning bush, or a voice in the night, or a warning delivered by a prophet the Lord chose to alert willing followers about His wishes. They could elect to respond or not, but the directive was irrefutable. 

 

When John and I arrived at Cairnwood for the mentoring event last week, the familiar insecurities showed up. Would God bless this endeavor? How would it go? Would we be able to help people feel at ease? Then I noticed who was behind the desk to welcome us. It was someone who participated in the mentoring program four years ago. We chatted and I checked in with how he and his wife are doing. The entire evening was lovely, with genuine laughter and shared stories. 

 

Recently I asked a trusted friend to meet me for lunch to talk about whether my efforts to support marriage are viable. When I went to the café to pick up our orders, two women each greeted me with a warm hello and brief chat. Then it occurred to me. One had been in a marriage group with us a few years back, and the other met John and me for brunch back when they were first married. 

 

It would be easy to dismiss these as coincidences. But for me they were winks from God to reassure me that these connections matter.