Everything happens for a reason
When I was thirteen, my parents decided to move from a fairly “wealthy” town to a smaller, less wealthy, farming community. When Nan & I talked about it, she said “everything happens for a reason!”
And indeed, if we hadn’t moved there, I wouldn’t have met my husband.
When I was at university and couldn’t get accepted into the major I wanted, Nan said “everything happens for a reason!”
And indeed, if I had completed that major, I probably wouldn’t have applied to the writing diploma program later. And I know I learned more from the diploma than I would have from that major. (I got a BA anyways – just a different one.)
When my hubby (before he was my hubby) moved back to New Zealand without me, and both of us were extremely upset, and my life seemed upsidedown, scary, and unhappy, my Nan said “everything happens for a reason!”
And indeed, my hubby fought for what he wanted, worked his way back to Canada, and became independent for the first time. Our relationship was stronger after that.
When my permanent residence application was passed without any hitch, and our house in Canada sold at the exact same time our mortgage came due for renewal (saving us thousands!!) and everything surrounding our move went so smoothly we were expecting (but not finding) Murphy around every corner, Nan said “Clearly you’re meant to go to New Zealand. Everything happens for a reason!”
And indeed, Hubby’s career took off, I found Playcentre and improved my parenting skills, and discovered my love for adult education.
When Hubby was offered a job in Kerikeri, New Zealand, and aspects of the move and details weren’t going so smoothly, I said to Hubby, in my Nan’s voice, “Everything happens for a reason. Maybe we aren’t meant to make this move.” So we didn’t.
And indeed, 3 months later, Kerikeri flooded, and the house we would have rented was severely damaged.
Clearly, my Nan was on to something.