New old neighbors

Just in case there's any doubt that we found the right house . . .

Our next-door neighbors came over a couple days ago to welcome us into the neighborhood. They’re Belgian and have three teenage children.

As we talked, the mother said that her husband would not be around much because he was working for the United Nations in Africa.

We said, “Oh, which agency? We know people who work for the U.N. because we used to live in Geneva.”

She said, “Really? We used to live in Geneva.”

We said, “Well, actually, we lived across the border in France.”

She said, “Really? We lived across the border in France!”

We said, “We lived near a town called Ferney-Voltaire.”

She said, “Really? We lived near a town called Ferney-Voltaire!”

We said, “We lived in Gex.”

She said, “We lived in Gex!”

We said, “We lived on Avenue Vertes Campagnes.”

She said, “WE LIVED ON AVENUE VERTES CAMPAGNES!”

Incredible! What are the chances? We move to Belgium and find that our new neighbors lived on the same street we did in France.

This is the kind of thing only God can do. And I believe He does it to say, “I love you and am guiding you. I know where you are and what you need. And watch this – I can surprise you so that you won’t forget it.”

All this from a God who knows the hairs on our head before we lose them, the words we speak before we say them, and the neighbors we have before we meet them.