True story. My wife and I just took a couple of days vacation and went to Atlantic City. We are sitting at one of those outdoor restaurants where the bar faces the boardwalk. We are sitting there eating lunch, having a few drinks, and watching the Air Force Thunderbirds practice over the water. This was sort of a last second idea and we really only told our daughter we were going.

Anyway, we are sitting there. My wife looks up from her phone because of a particularly loud maneuver the Thunderbirds just made. And she sees her cousin and his wife standing there in a crowd of strangers. They are 10 feet in front of us! They are from upstate New York and drove down for the air show. We are from Virginia. What are the odds of us just randomly running into family on the Atlantic City boardwalk? It has to be astronomical right?

So I can't stop thinking. What are the odds? What are the odds? What are the odds? We talk with them for about an hour, and they go on their way. But still. What are the odds? All the way on the drive home I still can't stop thinking. What are the odds? Is God trying to tell me something? I can't possibly fathom what it is. What are the odds? It's stuck in my brain like a splinter.

Then when we get home I see some press about Mike Lindell's book. I really don't pay much attention. Then I see something else where the guy is reviewing it. I think that sounds interesting. Maybe someday I should find the time to give it a read. Then I stumble upon an ad for the book. And the title jumps up at me and slaps me in the face. The title of the book, is of course. What are the odds? Was God telling me to read this book? Regardless, I bought it immediately.