There Are No Coincidences

Recently I finished President Monson's inspiring biography To the Rescue. Near the end of the book, the author recounts several experiences that President Monson had. Many people would say that they were coincidences, but President Monson firmly believes that "there are no coincidences."

Nearly two weeks ago, I was working in the Oakland Temple. I don't have any say in where I'll be assigned. I was hoping that I might be assigned to work the front door from 11:00 am until 11:30 when my shift ends so I might greet my cute niece Nikki and her handsome husband-to-be Kirk when they entered the temple. I knew they were scheduled to be married at 12:30 pm and there was a good chance they would arrive during that time period. Imagine my delight when I looked at my schedule and saw that that was where I was assigned! Sure enough, shortly before 11:30 am Nikki arrived in her wedding dress accompanied by her mother. The happy couple had been taking pictures before the wedding. A few minutes later, Kirk also showed up. I greeted them with a hug and escorted them to a room to make sure all their paperwork was in order. I really feel like my temple coordinator was inspired to assign me during that time.

But, that is not the end of the story of "there are no coincidences."

Earlier that morning I was scheduled to spend two hours in the Youth Center. A family was being sealed and they have 2 1/2 year old twin sons. I had never worked there before, but it was fun playing with them and keeping them happy and entertained until it was time for them to go upstairs to be sealed. They were pretty happy--until it was time to go up the elevator. The twin I was carrying had a melt-down. I found out later he is terrified of elevators. Nothing would calm him down. His crying set off his brother and we made quite an entrance to the sealing room in the normally quiet temple. As I walked into the sealing room, tears came to my eyes. I was going to be part of a sacred experience as a family was joined together eternally. I was so grateful to be there and witness this event. As I looked at the parents, the mother looked vaguely familiar but I knew I had never met her before. Soon, it was time to go back down the dreaded elevator and soon the father picked up his twin sons at the youth center. I didn't think I would ever see this family again.

I told Ron and Emily about my experiences in the temple later Friday afternoon. A couple of days later, I was sitting in church when a toddler began screaming and crying.

"Ron," I whispered, "Do you hear that baby? That's the same kind of cry that was in the temple on Friday."

Then I looked at the child being carried out. And I looked at the parent who was doing the carrying. Imagine my shock when I realized that the family I helped out was sitting in my Sacrament meeting! I wrote a hasty note to my brother and sister-in-law asking who the family was. It WAS the same family I helped out! My eyes were not playing tricks on me.

After Sacrament meeting, I went up to the mother and said, "Do you remember me? I helped your little boys in the temple on Friday." She smiled and said, "You looked familiar, but I wasn't sure where I knew you."

Ron, Emily, and I have moved into a large ward. I am still meeting people every week even though we've been here nearly 11 months. What a wonderful way to form a connection with a young family in the ward.

I believe there are no coincidences.