Divine intervention

I recently celebrated my 13th wedding anniversary.
The reason this entry has the title it does is because that's how I feel about meeting my husband. I know it was all God's hand in our meeting.
We actually met in October of 1993. We had both signed up to take country dance lessons at a bar. I signed up with a single friend. The night of our first lesson, me and my friend received phone calls that we were cancelled out of that class since there were not enough men to even out the class.
So, we got first place on the list for the next class starting in October.
We started our class and my husband was there too. And he was a great dancer, knew how to lead, and was quick to learn the steps. There were couples in the class and they didn't have to change partners. The single people did have to change partners, and I chose to dance with my future husband as often as I could. Not all men can lead or dance well.
So as the classes went by, there was a small group of us that would go dancing after class. We all got to know each other. At this point my future husband asked my friend out! She declined.
Classes ended around New Years. My husband called me on New Years day and asked me if I wanted to start the next class together and I said yes.
We started the class and then started dating and about 3 months later he proposed to me and we were married 4 months after that!!
If our first class hadn't been cancelled, I never would have met him!!
Divine intervention indeed and everyday I am thankful for my husband.
The Lord is good and He knew what our futures held.