I spent ages on Sunday afternoon looking for a book I knew I had. I went through my bookshelves several times in that 'I know it's here somewhere' manner, but with no joy. I assumed I must have lent or given it to someone.
I particularly wanted it before yesterday afternoon so I could write a short monologue from the information in it. I phoned someone else I thought probably had it: he didn't but suggested the library. I tried the library: they couldn't get it for me until the 9th.
I gave up and thought I'd have to borrow it from the prison chaplain yesterday afternoon; he didn't have a copy either.
My first choice for a monologue character had already disappeared off the face of the earth so I was getting a bit desperate now. I came home and started going through my shelves again. 'God, I really need this book!'
And there it was, not lined up neatly with the others, but actually sticking out from the shelf.
Coincidence? Maybe. But it's strange how often coincidences happen when I pray