As told by Virginia Vauthier

There is no such thing. Everything happens for a reason. Some people just don’t carry through. Example:

It is November in Texas, persimmon picking time. Virginia had sent her family in the D.C. area a box of persimmons. About ten days later there were still a good many on the old tree in her yard.

She looked at them and thought, ‘I should send those children some more.

“Ah-h-h, they are probably tired of them,” she told herself.

That evening late she couldn’t forget the beautiful fruit. So, laying her handwork aside, out to the tree she goes, and picks a couple dozen of the orange colored persimmons. The next day she mails off another box of fruit.

Jim is a good man who is dying from cancer. He came from persimmon country. One Saturday his wife was going to the Farmers’ Market in Falls Church, Virginia, outside Washington D.C. and he told her he was hungry for a persimmon, wished he had just one. The woman asked Emily, a vendor at the market, about the fruit, but Emily had none and neither did anyone else there.

Virginia’s son-in-law Zy visits the Market a little later that day to buy apples and pears from Emily, a good-hearted, friendly soul who gets to know all her customers. Zy is a caring person, compatible and adept in conversation, and choosy about his food. Emily tells Zy about Jim’s desire for a persimmon and he tells Emily about the delicious, ripe fruit sent by his mother-in-law all the way from Texas. Zy goes home and selects four persimmons, returns to the market, and gives them to Emily for Jim, who gets one of his last wishes.

Coincidence? I think not. How come Virginia sent the second box? How come Emily told Zy about Jim’s wish? How come Zy followed through and took the fruit? The good Lord works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform.