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Online networking an instrument of God-incidence

Some months ago I started my own recruiting firm.

I have been truly blessed during this time.  Recently I received a resume from a software developer I had met through LinkedIn. His start up company had just lost their funding.

I had nothing for him at the time. Two hours later, I received an email from a friend describing an open position at his company that was an excellent match for my candidate.  (A God-incidence in itself).

I set up an interview for my candidate the following morning and received a call from my candidate about 45 minutes after he was scheduled to interview. I asked him how it went and he thought it had gone very well (everybody thinks their interview went well so I thought I’d wait and see).

He then went on to tell me that in the first few minutes of the interview he and the hiring manager discovered they had both graduated from a small Catholic high school in Minot, North Dakota. Now let me put this in perspective for readers who are not familiar with this area. Minot, North Dakota is a city of about 37,000 residents, making it the fourth largest cities in North Dakota, a state with a population of under 1,000,000. Minot is 500 miles away from Minneapolis where the client and the candidate both live. Bishop Ryan High’s average graduating class size is 50 students.

Now, I can’t tell you what the probability of this happening is, but it truly ranks as a Godincidence in my book. BTW, he was immediately scheduled for a second interview the following week.

Lonny J. Gulden
Chief Connections Officer™
Deep Valley Consulting LLC

Look Straight Ahead

Sitting on the couch in my mother’s living room day and night, doing nothing but rocking, rocking, rocking, I was uncertain if I could survive this devastating blow. Unable to eat, I was still having problems with anorexia and the slightest stress would throw me into weeklong fasts.  I was becoming weak and my already slight frame became emaciated.  My heart was broken.  Once again, I had been thrown over for someone else and my fragile pain-ridden spirit could endure no more.

I am not sure how long I had been living back home with my mother.  All I know is that I had not moved from the couch, had not changed my clothes, eaten, or taken any liquids.  I was an empty shell and had it not been for what happened next, I don’t think I would be here today.

I had lain down on the sofa and closed my eyes.  Did I sleep?  I must have, because what happened next could only have been a dream.

I found myself on a dirt road.  I remember it was hot…and the dust was swirling in places, irritating my nose; I sneezed.  I saw a man up ahead, sitting on a bench.  I walked over to him slowly as you sometimes walk in dreams…so slowly that it was almost as if I were standing still and he was moving toward me.  I stood before him swaying slightly; even in the dream, I was weak from not eating.  The man reached up and drew me down onto his lap, pressing my cheek to his shoulder.

The material of his shirt irritated my cheek, but I didn’t want to move my head.  I felt peaceful and content.  I think I may have been ready to die right there, filled with a serenity I had only found in the deep woods and rolling pastures of Southern Ohio.

He began to speak.  His voice was deep and resonant, a lot like Robert Duvall’s voice; so deep and rich, that it almost sounded like singing, it was so melodious.  “I love you,” He said, rocking me like a baby.  I remember asking, “How will I know this is not a dream?”  He answered, “When you awake, look not to the right or left.  Do not look behind.  Look straight ahead and your answer will be there.”  When I awoke, there was a cross on the wall directly ahead of me.  It remained there until the day we moved, when it disappeared as magically as it had appeared.

Excerpt from Son of My Soul – The Adoption of Christopher, Debra Shiveley Welch, Saga Books: Chapter 9 “The Forgotten.”

Networking even when not planned

Several years ago I was unemployed. Through another unemployed individual with whom I networked I was introduced to Bible Study Fellowship. I attended regularly, but was always challenged to get there on time.

One of the companies I had targeted in my job search was called FSI International, a supplier of capital equipment to the semiconductor industry. Try as I might, I just couldn’t find a networking contact into the company.

Monday night came along and I felt driven to get to BSF on time. After the introduction, one of the small group leaders was introduced to give his faith story. You can imagine my surprise when the teaching leader when he said, “Tonight we will be hearing from Peter Pope. During the week, Peter is the Vice President of Sales & Marketing for FSI International.”

I would like to be able to say the result of that meeting was a new job, but it wasn’t. It was, however, the beginning of a friendship which lasted until Peter’s untimely death a few years later. This was truly a Godincidence.

Lonny J. Gulden
Chief Connections Officer™
Deep Valley Consulting LLC


I have a God-incidence story for you. It happened awhile ago but I was reminded of it tonight while posting on another blog.This is definitely a God-incidence but maybe not the typical way you’re thinking…

Will (my former boyfriend) and I had a huge fight one day. I was furious and went home and began to write a letter to another friend of mine. I told him what happened but I spent a lot of time slandering Will. I wrote about 5 sentences of not-so-nice things about him. So I sent the letter and I got a reply from my friend (Robert) and he told me to dump Will. He too said a bunch of not-so-kind things about Will.

After about a week had passed (and I still hadn’t spoken to Will) I started to get convicted because of how I handled the whole situation.

I knew that I should not have said those things and wished I could take them back. I confessed to the Lord what I had done but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to Will. I knew that it would really hurt him if he knew. I told the Lord that I didn’t want to keep anything from Will but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him. I wanted a clear conscience and I didn’t want anything to hinder my relationship with the Father.

So Will calls me finally and he wanted me to come over. He sounded really strange – kind of irritated but not about the fight. He said he wanted to know who I was talking to. I didn’t know where he was going with that. He kept insisting that I was talking to someone about him.

I asked if he thought it was one of my girlfriends and he said ‘no’.

He said it was a guy and he was really pushing me to tell him what was said. I finally told him the only guy I talked to was Robert and that was via snail mail. So he asked me to read his letter to him over the phone. Robert’s letter was 5 pages long on legal sized paper front and back. So I proceeded to read the letter to him, omitting his slanderous remarks of course, and when I was finished, Will knew that something wasn’t right. He said something was missing. He asked if I read the WHOLE letter to him and I lied and said ‘yes’.

So then, he asked me to bring the letter over. I thought I was going to die! How was I to pull this off now? Did I confess to Will like I should have? Of course not! Instead I rushed to the store and bought yellow legal sized paper and REWROTE the entire letter (10 pages front and back) copying Robert’s handwriting with the slanderous parts omitted! I gave it to Will and he read it. When he was finished he said something like “you mean he didn’t say I was a jerk?” “Did he tell you to dump me?” “Did he tell you that you could find a better person than me?” “Did he call me an #@!z*?” Will knew VERBATIM what was said. He said a bunch of other things that were in MY letter and in Robert’s letter. I did not include everything that was said but the wording was unique – something that a person could not have guessed.

Anyway, I was terrified but I kept denying it. But Will kept insisting that these things were said. I finally said “you know don’t you?” He said “know what?” (he knew, he just wanted me to say it) The jig was up, he knew. I knew right then that somehow the Lord told him because there was absolutely no way he could have known about mine and Robert’s exchange via mail. He knew the words exactly as they were written. It’s like Will had the original letters and read from them. I was so scared, I was shaking! So I broke down and told him everything- I had to at that point because I knew that I was fighting God.

Anyway Will and I reconciled.

So God busted me big time!!!! But He also answered my prayer by forcing me to confess what I said to Will, thus giving me a clear conscience and restoring my relationship with the Father. After I stopped shaking, I praised the Lord for what He had done! I never thought that He would answer a prayer in that way! I mean he busted on me – have you ever heard of that? Incidentally I haven’t done that since. I’m too afraid because I KNOW He will bust me again. It just amazes to think that the Lord truly does watch over us and that He is involved in everything! It’s funny how He wouldn’t let me slide either! He MADE SURE I did the right thing but He had to give it a push first.

I will never forget what He has done – it was terrifying yet amazing!

I am so thankful to Him!

Carol from The Bible Thumper’s Soapbox.


Sent to me and seen at MulledVine

This weekend we went to IKEA.

If you’re a British husband, this 4 letter word can strike fear into your heart.

Why did we go? Because my youngest daughter needs a new bed and contrary to what you might think, only IKEA seems to have the right beds. In my opinion they have very nice beds at the local Furniture Village 2 miles away, but no, it has to be to IKEA.

Our “local” IKEA is 30 miles away, a part of a huge shopping complex that serves as a Retail Mecca for millions. It provides hours of “fun”: queuing on the roads, endless browsing, queuing for bite to eat, more browsing, queuing at the tills, and finally, with the day mostly over, the long drive home with thousands of fellow shoppers. And then to add insult to injury, there awaits the hours of frustration as I try to assemble my purchases from the very compact flat packs with obscure instructions that seem to be for completely different products!

So why do I regale you with my tale of woe? Because something unusual happened.

In preparation for our pilgrimage and the anticipated purchase of a fine, and dare I say it, unique IKEA bed, I had to put the roof bars on our car and look for our binding straps. I have a wonderful collection of such straps, accumulated over the years because I constantly misplace them and have to buy new ones. Yet, once again, the blessed straps were missing.

I searched “everywhere” in our garage, through heaps and heaps of chaos. Eventually I gave up in disgust, resigned myself to yet another strap purchase, and turned to exit the garage. As I turned, there was an almighty crash behind me as a basket tumbled from the top of one of our chaotic heaps to the ground. I turned around patiently, thanked God for giving me the opportunity to grow, bent to pick the basket up, only to find it full of my missing straps!

Now you would be within your rights to attribute this to blind chance, as improbable as it is, but I would like today to thank my God for the little things in life.


Houston, We Have A Problem

Houston, We Have A Problem

During routine maintenance, water dripped down a line that led to the control panel for the ice plant. Upon hearing a loud pop, the guys ran to the rescue to find flames pouring out of the box. The damage was already done and here is what we were left with. (see picture) Kent called an area electrician that we always count on for our bigger projects. They said that they couldn’t fix it this time, it was out of their league. Kent called me and said, “Tammie, this is big and we’ve gotta pray.” You see, we know that nothing is ever out of His league.

Kent called a friend of the family, Tom, who has experience in dealing with this sort of equipment. He, inspite of his health issues, was there to help guide Kent through the clean-up and assessment of the damage. A true God-send. Later that day while on their way to eat supper at “White’s”, Tom admitted that they were over his head. He felt that he had proceeded as far as his experience could get them. Kent replied, “Let’s sleep on it and see how it looks in the morning.”

Well the night came and went, then there was morning. Tom came by to pick Kent up and head to the ice house. Upon driving up, they caught a glance of Les at the trailer park rolling up his water line preparing to go home to Amarillo. Kent said, “Tom, would you mind if I asked this guy to take a look at this with us? Les is an electrical engineer.” Tom gladly agreed and before they knew it, Les was in the thick of solving the rest of their problems. Another God-send. Not only solving, but he had the skills to make this control panel better than it was before. You see, last summer on three occasions we had ice jams resulting in busted augers and mountains of ice on the floor. Next week, Les, Tom and Kent will be installing photo eyes, automatic shut-offs and an alert system. This is so far out of our league that we know it is GOD.

God allows trials and tribulations to come because of our disobedience. But in this case, sometimes they just come! And we have to trust that he has a plan to make things better than they were before. Thank you God for coming to our rescue through Tom and Les. Bless these men beyond measure.


One Sunday morning recently I sensed the Spirit of God so strongly it was all I could do to stop myself from standing up and shouting it from the rooftop!  As the pastor led the altar call, God “showed” me an older lady sitting on the other side of the church (I couldn’t even see her from where I was sitting!), and I knew she wanted to respond but was holding back. I didn’t quite know what to do – should I say something? But I felt to just stay seated, and to pray fervently for her.  Several minutes later, guess who went out the front for prayer and salvation?  That was soooo cool!

Love, Janet xxx

Janet Camilleri
Author, Editor, Public Speaker

Another Dove Story

This was added as a comment but I thought it would be good to post it as another God-incidence story. Thank you Katherine, and know that others are praying for you.

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I know this was posted awhile back but I just ran across it in a search for Dove Promise messages.

I have a very similar story to share. A little background first – I suffer from depression and anxiety and have been engaged since October.

About a month ago, I was freaking out about the wedding, having doubts and worries, asking myself what love really is and so on. Mind you, my fiance is a wonderful man and we have an amazing relationship. He is also the person that keeps God in my life by encouraging me to go to church, pray and attend Bible study. I truely believe God placed him in my life so there really is no reason to doubt our future.

Well, anyway, I was freaking out about a month ago about divorce rates and I said a quick prayer that was something like, “Dear God, please help me to not worry about the wedding or divorce rates and just let it be what it is.”

About a minute or so later I had a taste for a Dove dark chocolate piece, which I always keep in the freezer. I went and got one and the message was, “Don’t think about it so much.”

It just hit me at that point that I didn’t need to worry about the wedding or the marriage and that God would take care of it. My anxiety over the wedding has dramatically decreased since that day.

Keep in mind that I eat a lot of Dove chocolate and I get a lot of repeat, generic messages, but that is one message that I have not seen again which strengthens my belief that it was divinely created.

Just wanted to share my story. I’d like to ask anyone who reads this to please pray for me as despite this experience, my faith is very weak right now and I don’t want it to get any weaker.

Thank you.

Comment by Katherine Salte

Right Time, Right Place

This was sent to me by one of my daughters.

January this year, I travelled to Ireland to complete a five month course studying and working with horses. Previously, I had completed another course that offers a scholarship to this stud in Ireland. I applied for the scholarship, but didn’t achieve this.

However, I still believed it was a place I was supposed to go and that I would get a lot out of doing the course. So, I applied outside of the scholarship, deciding I could afford to pay to go. Again, I was knocked back being informed I was on reserve and if anyone declined their acceptance, I was in line. I was encouraged by mum to see how I could improve this position and make it into the course so I contacted them and it was suggested I work another year and apply again with updated references.

Over twelve months I gained invaluable experience, applied again and was accepted. As a Christian I was aware that I should be looking for a Church to attend while overseas, but didn’t look into this wholeheartedly. There were other things too, I would be missing out on while over there – my guitar, Christian friends, family and people to speak into my life. Silly, but although most of these could be provided through a Church family, I didn’t give much thought to looking into one that would be similar to that which I attended at home (an AOG) in the country.

I’m definitely not using this as an excuse to just sit around and expect God to provide, but amazingly when I arrived at the stud, the first thing to greet me in my room was a guitar – it belonged to my friendly German roommate. Now if this wasn’t enough, one of the other girls who I grew close to also had one and was learning, so we were able to play together and encourage each other.

Coming up to my first weekend off, I was in my room reading my Bible with the door open. One of the girls wandered by and spotted the book. I quickly found out she was a Christian – the only other Christian on my course. She too had the coming weekend off and took me to a Church she had been attending as she had been living in Ireland for some time. The Church – one that just happened to be recognised as an AOG – had an amazing family and we were quickly welcomed in, soon attending young adult services when free and a weekly bible study.

I have a list of goals for my life and studied French while in high school and although I hadn’t touched on it for a couple of years, still wanted to visit France and improve my French. The young Christian woman took me and another friend to her home town of Angers in France over a long weekend that she managed to get off for each of us and I was blessed to attend her Church – another AOG – while in the country and meet some of her gorgeous friends.

Following my course, I was able to visit the country again for two and a half weeks, staying with the other French girl on the course – the one who had been playing guitar with me. Even interests that aren’t needs in my life, but rather wants, God provides for.

Through delaying my want to do this particular course for a year, he put me in an environment where I was able to have a strong Christian friend, my wants were provided for and many opportunities were given to live out my faith, serve others and encourage them and even witness. Coincidence? I think not.