Miracles Come to Those who Look for Them.

 I walked into the HFAC twice today. The first time was to get bookbinding paper and the second time was to get linen thread I forgot to grab it the first time around. I normally wouldnt forget a simple thing like that, but nevertheless I did. I saw a man on the first floor.  He looked like the guy from Wheres Waldo. He looked at me with eyes. I wanted to talk to him.- not sure how to explain- sometimes you just feel you should talk to people. He was wearing a red striped shirt too which made him look even more like Waldo (if it was possible) But I decided to get the art things I needed and then circle back to talk to him. With that in mind I walked up to the stockroom and bought the thread.
  "why not just cut the paper here, they probably have huge paper killer somewhere in this building!?... right?" I thought about going back down the stairs to look for that paper cutter after talking to the man but for some reason I wanted to go upstairs. I didn't question it. I was also planning on practicing the piano right after I got the paper (which is on the other side of the HFAC) but I just kept walking. Down the first hallway I  thought looked like a plausible place for a paper cutter. Noticing the posters on the side. First room. Step in- it's deserted. I love art rooms though. They are so full of messiness, creation, color, disorganized organization. I took a quick peek in. Nothing. The second door was for the same room. Why would I walk in? I dont know. I just walked in. kept walking and I was at the window looking down from the HFAC. My eyes turned to the right. There was two portfolios on the window ledge. 

maybe.

just maybe.

I opened the first one and a lion facing a little girl fell out.
All of the pieces that had been "thrown away." They were all there. just sitting there in this random room in a random hallway of the HFAC and I just happened to walk into that room. It just happened to be unlocked and deserted at that time, and I just happened to feel like I should open that brown portfolio that might or might not have been mine and find all of my lost artwork.
All of it.

 I cant even explain that joy. Not only knowing that my hours and hours weren't wasted, but knowing God had placed me in that precise moment at that precise time. I love Him. More than I can put into words and more than I can comprehend myself. I feel myself trusting Him more and more 

and I find myself becoming happier and happier.

I dont believe in coincidence. How could I?