It was June 23, 1989, and I was writing up an invoice for a client. I was looking down at his invoice while he stood in front of me across the counter. At this moment a person walked in and through my side vision I was aware as they walked up to the counter about 5 feet to my right and placed an object on the counter.

Then it happened again. Without any thought of my own my mouth opened up and said 5 words I will never forget. That's all ! Five words that would change the entire course of history, and perhaps the world. Five words that I would have to live with and be reminded of for the rest of my life. Those words? "There's nothing wrong with it".

Now in shock I looked up at the man standing in front of me. I knew I was not talking to him, and there was no way I could make anyone else think I was either. As I turned slowly to face the person who had just walked in I knew I was in deep trouble. I had done the unthinkable and told a customer he was stupid. How embarrassing ! As my eyes focussed on the person I knew it was even worse than that. Just five feet away from me stood a young woman. She was about 5 feet 4 inches and weighed just over 100 lbs. Wearing jeans and a shirt she was as normal looking as most of my, , , well many of my customers were. (some where really wild and crazy guys.) To make matters even worse, ( as if they could get worse,) She was a blonde. ( back then blonde jokes were new, and everywhere.)

She was looking directly at me. Her hands now on the counter clasped together , sorta like my sister would do just before she slugged me. Her long blond hair was down and brought to the front over her right shoulder. I looked into her eyes afraid of what I would see and realized that I was absolutely right.

I stuttered in search of words that may save me but I knew it was too late and no words could possibly help now. She had a facial expression much like a wet cat and in a tone of not real controlled anger she spoke. " Would you at least take a look at it before you tell me I am a complete idiot?"

Such was life at that time. This was somewhat common for the way things seemed to happen to me. But, I gave her a receipt and told her I would let her know what I found.

I stayed late that night and set up an Apple system I had so I could test her printer. As I feared, it passed every test without error with the exception that the head lever may have been too close to the paper.

The following morning I called Mrs. Neal and told her her printer was ready to be picked up. When she asked what was wrong with it I started to lie and make something up, but didn't. I should have.

"What do you mean there is nothing wrong with it?" She almost yelled. I have tried everything to make that thing print without smudging for over a week!" I replied, "Ma-am, all I found was that the head lever may have been too close and might have done it. "No one touches that printer but she!" she exclaimed, " and I did not even know there was a lever so I never moved it. None else is even around that printer except God, so I suppose He moved it huh?" No Ma-am, but I did do a clean and regular maintenance on it for you. If it happens again just call me." Whew, what a nightmare.

Later that morning she came in to pick up her printer. I was alone then and she wrote out the check. We were kind to each other and again I tried to apologize for what I said the day before. She was forgiving and seemed to let it go.

She picked up her printer and started out the door. In the doorway she stopped. With a puzzled look on her face she turned and came back to the counter and set the printer down. I was wondering what was wrong, she looked completely lost by now and I am sure I was looking at her like my dog used to look at me when I was talking to him.

"I don't know why" She began, " but somehow I feel I am supposed to ask you about something I have been looking for and have been unable to find. I have been doing some research for someone and have come across a name but have found almost nothing written about him anywhere. I have absolutely no idea as to why I am supposed to ask you, but have you ever heard of a person named Enoch?"

I could not believe it ! Had anyone asked me that a couple weeks ago I would have had very little to answer with, but now! "Yes ma-am, " I said hoping to sound like an expert on the subject." For the next hour we talked about the various books that referred to, and the life of Enoch.

About this time a customer came in. He was just walking around looking at the software on the walls as we continued. " How about Melkizedek" She asked. "Oh Melkizedek ! " I exclaimed. "Yes there are several books about old Mel." I was in hog heaven now. I had the answers for perhaps the first time in my life and it felt so good.

For another hour we talked and sometime in the middle I asked the customer who had walked in if he needed any assistance and he said" Oh no, you two please go ahead. I really just want to listen. I am doing just fine." After a while she left and I got back to work. Oh, the customer? Well, I never sold him anything, he left as silently as he came. I never saw him again either.

Now this is Part one of what I now reefer to as a spiritual setup. An event that is planned out by spirit ahead of time to assure a particular outcome from a given situation. I was set up to read about Enoch and Melchizedek. She was set up to bring in her printer even though "there was nothing wrong with it". I was set up by the words that came out of my mouth. And finally she was set up to ask me about Enoch. I would have considered this as just a strange and interesting coincidence if it had ended here, but it didn't. Part 2 was only a day away.

The next day as I entered the store I noticed an invoice laying on the floor. It was lying beneath the drawer where I always place them. I picked it up and noticed it was, you guessed it, hers. I put it back into the drawer with the others and went about the normal day of work. Later in the day I came back up front from the shop and once again her invoice was on the floor. Again I put it where it belonged and went on.

The following day I entered the store and went into my office to prepare myself to open up for business. When I set at my desk, I noticed her invoice laying in front of me. Completely confused I spent a few moments trying to remember every move I had made the day before. Completely sure I had not brought this invoice into my office and that no one else could have I had no recourse but to attempt to overlook it and get on with my work.

Then I felt a very strong thought which said " Why don't you give her a call?" No way I thought. I don't know her, she is most likely married, and I don't want her husband to get the wrong idea, so no. " Oh come on. It will be OK. You had a really good discussion yesterday and she was a very impressive person to talk to." No, I thought. I do not fraternize with customers, and I will not call. "It won't take but a minute. After all, you need to make sure her printer is still working." NO ! Not now, maybe this afternoon when I have more time, but not now!.

I turned in my swivel rocker to get up when the phone rang. Startled and a little angry I snatched it up and answer it" Hello" I said in a not to friendly voice. "Hello came the voice on the other end. Have you been ringing my spiritual telephone?" I recognized the voice as that of Mrs. Neal. "Lady" I replied, "I don't even know your spiritual phone number" Then I calmed down and almost laughed.

She then told me the story of how she was working pulling weeds out of her little lake and this voice kept telling her to call me. After arguing with it she said she would when she got done pulling weeds, but then it started to rain so she ran in the house and called.

One thing led to another over the following months. Turns out she was not married at the time and was on a quest for truth and understanding of God. We journeyed together on this quest as friends for many months and since Feb. 14, 1990 have traveled as husband and wife.

As I look back on those times I am all amazed at the spiritual setups that took place so many times. God is so great and wonderful, and as I remembered the letter I wrote 4 days before she walked into my store for the first time, I know that no matter what we may have tried to do at that time, we were meant to be a team for life. Even when you place an impossible request before God, He can see it through. I never fraternized with clients, that was a rule set in concrete for me. I had forgotten the letter where I asked God to bring His choice for my wife to me at the store. I never expected a relationship that started off the way ours did to become anything at all. Perhaps that is why it had to be done that way. We were both unaware and so unsuspecting that we fell right into the trap. Thank God we did too.

I am further amazed when I know I wrote the letter four days before we met, but was led to study Enoch and Melchizedek two weeks before. I now wonder who really wrote my letter to God. Who envisioned the home we now live in that she had bought months before we met? Who looked out of that house and saw the beautiful lake behind our house? And who knew we would own the only house in our neighborhood with a three car garage?

One final note on this. About two years after our marriage, I was talking to the Lord and thanking Him for all my Blessings as I remembered this event. I asked Him how He was able to do all this work in just four days, and how He was able to answer a letter I had not written yet. I still am not able to grasp the entire understanding of His answer to me. How awesome God is and how little we see the work of His hands while we take so many things for granted.

"My son," He said. " Both you and my daughter were being prepared for that meeting 19 years before it took place. Both of you had a lot to do and overcome to be ready for each other. I saw your letter before you were born. Whether it be 19 days, 19 months, or 19 years, either in the future or in the past, to Me it is all today. "