The older I get the less I believe in coincidence. Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes it can be explained, sometimes it can not. I had one of those moments today. I was shopping at Hobby Lobby with my wife. I was walking around looking at some art supplies when I started noticing the music. It was a instrumental version of a old church hymn. It reminded me of a song that my grandmother wanted played at my mother’s memorial service. “To God Be The Glory”. About a minute into the song all the power went out. For 5 seconds it was completely dark in Hobby Lobby. All you could hear was the audible gasp and “Whooooooaaaaaaa”, from everyone who was walking around. The lights came on and I found Brandi. I told her that right before the lights went off a song was playing that reminded me of “To God Be The Glory”. Now, in the time the power came back on and from I found Brandi, no had started to play. Which I figured took some time to get everything up and running again. We walked around a couple more minutes as the music began when I stopped and said, ‘Brandi!”. She looked at me a bit shocked. I pointed to the ceiling where the music was coming from and told her, “That is the song! To God Be The Glory!”. Which it was. Coincidence? I think not.