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I
t was a beautiful July evening, the
sky still bright. I had all the win-
dows down as I drove home from work,
the smell of mowed grass drifting in
on the breeze. I rolled to a stop at a red
light. I found myself not wanting it to
change. I didn’t relish going home to
an empty house.
My life had been in a tailspin ever
since my wife told me that our
marriage was over, that she’d met
someone else. She filed for divorce
soon after that. Two years later, I was
still struggling.
The traffic light turned
green. I eased my foot
on the gas. Just as I drove
through the intersec-
tion, a thought popped
into my head, so clear
it was almost a com-
mand: Pray for your wife.
That’s the problem, I thought. I
don’t have a wife. But the idea was so
insistent. I pulled over to the side of
the road. Sitting there in the car, with
the engine ticking as it cooled and
my hands clasped in front of me, I felt
a little silly. But I was here, wasn’t I?
Might as well...
I didn’t know what to say. So I just
asked God to protect her and remind
her that he loved her. “Amen,” I
concluded hastily, before getting back
on the road.
The strange episode soon slipped
my mind. Until the next year.That’s when I finally felt ready to
date again. I made a profile on a
dating website and was matched up
with a woman named Nancy. She
and I seemed to share a lot of the same
values and interests. And she had a
beautiful smile.
Nancy and I hit it off right away.
In fact, we had more in common than I
would have guessed from her profile.
Her husband had left her the previous
year. “It was a dark time for me,”
Nancy told me over dinner. “I didn’t
think I’d get through it.”“When was this?” I asked. But I
already knew the answer.
“July of last year,” she replied.
I nodded but didn’t say anything.
Only several dates later would I tell
her about the compulsion to pray
that had come over me that beautiful
summer evening.
Nancy and I will soon celebrate
our nineteenth wedding anniversary.
Every day of these 19 years we have
spent together, I have prayed for my
wife—the wife God told me to pray
for before we’d even met.
DOUGLAS WELLS
Valparaiso, IndianaMYSTERIOUS WAYS
MORE THAN COINCIDENCEA thought popped into
my head, so clear it was almost a
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