I want to share a remarkable experience that showcases God's mysterious ways. After my arranged marriage, I discovered that my in-laws owned an apartment in the city, and my best friend's mom owned the apartment below them. Five years later, my brother-in-law's plans to move abroad were stuck due to a missing document: The Approved Building Plan.
The search for the document began, and I reached out to my friend and her mom, but they didn’t have it. We then contacted other apartment owners, a local doctor who knew some residents, and even the builder’s company, but all efforts were in vain. The builder had passed away, and his company didn’t respond to our queries.
In desperation, I started going through the papers we already had and found two names. I searched for one of them and found an architectural firm with the same name. Their founder had worked on the project, but they needed at least four days to find the document, which was impossible given the tight deadline.
My husband and I then approached the city planning authority, but they only had documents from 2009 onwards. That’s when I remembered that Chennai was Madras in 1994, the year the building was constructed. We began searching documents from the 1994 archives, but without success.
Then a memory from over a decade ago resurfaced—my friend’s mom had casually mentioned visiting the building site when my friend was two months old. This hinted that the site might have been chosen in 1992 as my friend and I are around the same age, and the building plan would have been prepared around that time. It made sense, as the builder wouldn’t have shown prospective buyers the site without a plan. So, the plan should have been around in 1992 itself.
With renewed hope, we started searching documents from 1992. Within minutes, we shortlisted 15 files that had either of the names we were looking for. To our surprise, the fifth document turned out to be the building plan we needed!
God’s guidance was evident in this journey. My friend’s mom’s remark, made years ago without any context, proved to be the key to finding the document. There’s no way she could have known her words would help me, her friend’s husband’s family, years later.
We gave copies of the document to all the flat owners, and many were thankful, as this document had been a blocker for them too. This experience taught me to trust in God’s plan and timing. Sometimes, He works in mysterious ways, and we might not understand the bigger picture—but in hindsight, it all makes sense.
To those who believe their God is the only true God and others are wrong, I want to share that my friend, who was instrumental in this search, is a Christian. We are Smarta Hindus, and some of the people who were thankful for the document are followers of Islam and Jainism. This experience has shown me that God is ultimately one, and there is surely a divine force guiding us all, regardless of our faith or background.
Let’s focus on the divine guidance rather than the differences in our beliefs.
I travelled from Bangalore to Chennai for this document search. While the memory with my friend’s mom could have resurfaced while I was still in Bangalore and spared me the trip, it didn’t—and I was thankful. Though the travel left me fatigued, since we found the document on the first day itself, my husband and I got to spend some quality time with my grandparents 😁.
I’m grateful for this experience and the opportunity to share it. May it inspire others to trust in God’s guidance and timing.
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