The Right Place at The Right Time or is Called Fate

by Shannon Streno on Friday, July 1, 2011 at 6:24am

I have a very interesting story of my life to tell you about, I am a collector of books I collect every book I can find about the Bible. I go to yard sales the Good Will and New and used book stores, well one day I was miles away from my home working and out of the corner of my eye I saw this tiny little used book store so I stopped in and I search the store and found this really old worn out book from the 1950′s it was a red soft covered little book the tiltle read The Gospel of John. I thought neat I will buy this, so I bought the book and as years went on I would carry this book to work with me and read it often ,

Years and years later I open the very front of the book and I found a place were a person could right their name on a line and put in the Date on the very Day that That person Became a Believer in Jesus Christ .

Well when I read the hand written Name that was written in 1953 I hit the floor it was my Grand Mother Ruth She wrote her name in it. At the time I read this it was the year 2001 , so 47 years later I have a book that was lost and it belong to my Grand Mother at one point in time .

Ok heres the Kicker My grand mother Ruth has been dead for 20 years and I found the little book of John’s Gospel three towns away in a hard to find Little used book store Amazing !!

Wait it gets better. I have been reading this book for years and never open the cover I never really fully possessed the book I never really owned it because I did not read it cover to cover if you know what I mean.

My entire family never new that My Grand Mother Ruth was a Christian we have always wondered and now we know my whole family rejoiced when they found out that when we get to Heaven we will be with Grandma Ruth. Even though she was in Heaven the seed she planted many years earlier even after her death was still being watered from a little Red worn out book that she took the time to write her testimony in and proclaim she Believed In Jesus . Praise Jesus !! No one knows how many other people read the book and put their Faith in Jesus.

So you never know when you might be in the right place at the right time. I would say that it was the Lords will that led me to that little used book store at that very day to buy My Grandmothers book.

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Confirmation is a Catholic Sacrament to confirm one’s faith, usually as a teenager. It is by choice unlike baptism which is usually done when you are a baby. When I was in the 8/9th grade we had just moved to Fountain, CO, and I decided to be Confirmed because I knew it’s what I should do and what my parents would like me to do. Before getting Confirmed, my fellow church school classmates and I had to attend a retreat…away from parents..in another city.

Sadly though, we were the only school whose teacher did not stay with us. Feeling neglected, we did the best we could to interact with the other people there. Then, few hours into the retreat, we were notified we had to evacuate the premises because there was a nearby fire spreading quickly. So, the other kids left quickly with their chaperones and our class was left to fend for ourselves. THANKFULLY, a priest was there… he was not supposed to be there but voluntarily dropped by… and had exactly enough seats in his car to take the stragglers..myself included. So we made the drive back to our church where our parents were waiting. They picked me up and as we drove off, my parents looked at the priest and said he looked familiar.

My mom remembered him from over twenty years ago…. When she and my dad lived in Colorado before I was born. They had given him a ride to church in Colorado Springs…he was walking in the rain and they picked him up. He thanked them…. And twenty years later, he unknowingly returned the favor.

There’s a story told in a published biography of Harrison Ford, the well-known actor. It goes like this.  Before Ford was an actor he worked as a carpenter. He was a really good carpenter but acting was his love.  So he loaded everything he had into his VW Bug, left Wisconsin where he was attending college,  and set out for California.  He found some acting work but carpentry paid better.  He built a recording studio for Sergio Mendes and a sun deck for Sally Kellerman.  He built an expansion for Francis Ford Coppola’s office.  That led to a small part in American Graffiti, directed by Lucas and another part in The Conversation, directed by Coppola. But carpentry still paid better.  Lucas hired Ford to build some shelves in his home and sometimes hired him to read lines with other actors who were auditioning.

This was the case when Ford was working on hanging a door at Lucas’ new production facility in Northern California. Actor after actor went though the auditions and readings.  Nobody was right for the part of Han Solo, pilot of the Millennium Falcon. Then somebody said, “Let’s audition the carpenter.  He’s a pretty good-looking guy.”  Harrison Ford read the lines and got a major part in Star Wars.

A career was launched by a chance meeting and he never had to work as a carpenter after that.

Random events, signs and intuition are the mile markers of my life. They clue me in on what is to come, and keep me focused on what is now. Developing my intuitive sense has guided me in indescribable ways. My life is a composition of so many seemingly random, beautifully orchestrated sequences, that I could not begin to list them all in this space. I’ve chosen three to share:

Growing up as an only child, I wanted a sibling. On many occasions, I remember begging my mother, “please have a baby, I want a little brother or sister”. Her constant response was to remind me of the surgical procedure which had rendered her incapable of becoming pregnant. By the time I was ten (after approx. 4 years of begging and pleading), she became pregnant. Doctors said the chance of her getting pregnant, after the medical procedure, was equivalent to winning the lottery. Despite the alleged impossible circumstances, I always knew I would have a sibling. My little sister is a miracle!

During my early twenties, a friend invited me to vacation in the Fort Lauderdale, Miami area. Living in Iowa at the time, I thought a week in the sun would be the perfect getaway. Upon arriving in Miami, something told me that this would be my new home. Before this vacation, I had no plans of leaving my family, friends, and job to relocate anywhere, especially a city I had only visited once. All the same, my intuitive side just knew Miami was the place for me. Within less than one year of my vacation, I was living and working in Miami.

My husband (originally my neighbor…more synchronicity) and I spent our first evening together on January 9th (01/09). We married on September 1st (09/01). My husband’s birthday is November 9th (11/09), and my birthday is October 19th (10/19). When we first moved in together, our apartment security door code was 1090. The numbers 0, 1, and 9 have been a constant theme in our relationship.