When God Winks at You: How God Speaks Directly to You Through the Power of Coincidence

When God Winks at You: How God Speaks Directly to You Through the Power of Coincidence

by Squire Rushnell
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When God Winks at You: How God Speaks Directly to You Through the Power of Coincidence by Squire Rushnell

Those extraordinary little events in your life happen for a reason. A coincidence-sometimes a silly little thing-changes the course of your day . . . or even your life. Is it chance, or is God communicating with you?

When God Winks at You is packed with true stories demonstrating that God does communicate with us, making incredible things happen in our lives every single day. As you read the riveting accounts of everyday and famous people-including Tim Conway, Rudolph Giuliani, Billy Graham, and Don Knotts-you will begin to recognize the godwinks in your own life, both past and present. Through these tangible signposts from God, we receive personalized messages that reassure us, stop us from worrying, chart our path in life, and help us keep the faith.

When God winks, He is reaffirming that there is absolutely nothing about us that He does not know-our every hurt, our every desire. And that to me is very comforting. -SQuire Rushnell

God Winks is a registered trademark of SQuire Rushnell

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ISBN-13: 9781567319613
Publisher: MJF Books
Publication date: 03/20/2009
Pages: 235
Product dimensions: 7.90(w) x 5.60(h) x 0.90(d)

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When God Winks at You

How God Speaks Directly to You Through the Power of Coincidence

By Squire Rushnell

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2006 SQuire Rushnell
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4185-3855-2



You've had another one of those days. Everything seems uncertain.

You think: Wouldn't it be great to wake up one morning and have everything certain? Certain in love? Certain about your job? Certain about your future?

Who could you talk to about this? Bigger question, who'd listen?

Tentatively your eyes drift skyward.

Hello? Are You there, God?

Then your mind quickly assesses the immensity of your request. You want God to listen to you, right now. How ridiculous. There are six billion people on this planet. What if they're all calling God at the same time?

You slump. Deeper into the dumps.

Then—something happens.

A silly little thing.

Someone you just thought about for the first time in years, telephones out of the blue—a silly little coincidence, so silly you shrug it off. Or a prayer you didn't really expect to be answered—was! Immediately, your left brain repeats something you once heard: There's a mathematical explanation for everything.

"But ..." you say, "mayyyyybe ... it's not just coincidence or chance!"

Maybe God is communicating with you.

Yes, directly to you!

You shake your head.

Naw. Couldn't be.

But ... what if God is communicating with you—in a nonverbal way—making a little miracle happen, right in front of you? After all, God doesn't speak to people in a human voice. He's God ... He'd do something no one else could do, just to show you it's Him!

If so, that would mean that He is listening! Right?

He has heard you!

What if through this odd little coincidence, or answered prayer, He's sending you—you ... out of all those billions of people—a direct, personal message of reassurance? To stop worrying? To keep the faith? That everything will be all right?

This, my dear reader, is the essence of this book.

This Book Is About You

Every time you receive what some call a coincidence or an answered prayer, it's a direct and personal message of reassurance from God to you—what I call a godwink.

It's similar to when you were a kid sitting at the dining room table. You looked up and saw someone you loved looking back. Mom or Dad or Granddad. They gave you a little wink.

You had a nice feeling from that small silent communication.

What did it mean? Probably—"Hey kid ... I'm thinking about you right this moment. I'm proud of you. Everything is going to be all right."

That's what a godwink is.

Every so-called coincidence or answered prayer is God's way of giving you His small, silent communication. A little wink saying, "Hey kid! I'm thinking of you ... right now!"

It's a clear message of reassurance—that no matter how uncertain your life seems at the moment, He will help move you toward certainty.

And it's a sign that you're never alone. In fact, you're always on His GPS—a global positioning system I like to call God's Positioning System.

In this book I aim to show that every godwink that happens in your life is a very personal experience. I've collected one compelling story after another to convince you that you will never again have to wonder where you rank among those six billion others in this world. Like those in the stories that follow, the instant you receive a godwink, you'll know it. You are right there at the top.


In Anaheim, California, Mavis Jackson drove past the Crystal Cathedral. For twenty years, she said the same thing: "Someday I'm going to go there."

One Sunday morning, she did. Putting on her best outfit, she simply decided, "Today is the day."

Getting there early, Mavis took a seat in the middle and watched the huge three-thousand-seat megachurch fill with people. She was awed as the majestic voices of the choir seemed to encircle her. She marveled at the manner in which a huge section of the glass ceiling slid open at the start of the service as if to invite even the birds to worship.

At the end of the service, Mavis stood up and waited for the aisle to clear. Trying not to sound too excited, she said to the young lady who'd been next to her, "I am so glad I came today. Wasn't it wonderful?"

The young woman nodded.

"Are you from here?" asked Mavis.

"No, I'm from the Midwest," said the young woman, adding, "I'm actually here on a mission. To find my birth mother."

There was a pause.

"I know how you must feel," said Mavis. "A long time ago, I had to give up a little girl for adoption. I didn't want to ... but ..."

Another pause.

The young woman looked deeply into Mavis's eyes.

"Do you ... remember her birthday?"

"Yes," said Mavis cautiously. "October 30th."

"That's my birthday," gasped the young woman.

That's right! A remarkable "coincidence"—a godwink—had reunited a long lost mother and daughter. What are the odds of that?

They sat down.

The young woman introduced herself as Cheryl Wallace.

Cheryl explained that for years she had been haunted by the lingering uncertainty of not knowing who her birth mother was and, more important, why her mother had given her up.

In her small Midwest town, everyone was discouraging. "You're looking for a needle in a haystack," counseled the town clerk.

"There's no trace of her," said others.

Eventually, a suggestion from someone who thought she'd once heard that Cheryl's birth mother had moved to Orange County, California, led her to this time and place.

Even on her most optimistic days, Cheryl never could have forecast such a remarkable outcome—that such uncertainty would end with such certainty, in a manner that only God could have made happen.

And when they confirmed that their wonderful miracle was true—that they were long lost mother and daughter—they knew that Mother's Day would never be the same again.

* * *

What can you learn from Mavis and Cheryl's stories? That a mighty force is out there, bigger than all of us, watching over us, directing our lives. And when we step out in faith, as demonstrated by Cheryl in looking for her mother, we can receive the desires of our heart. We can turn uncertainty into certainty.

I wonder if, in your past, you were challenged to step out in faith ... perhaps at an early age. And, as a result, you were given a firm affirmation that your faith would be rewarded. If so, perhaps your experience parallels the one that follows.


"When you grow up in a place like Chagrin Falls, Ohio," says world famous comedian Tim Conway, "it's a religious experience in itself. Everyone in town cares for you ... watches out for you."

Tim Conway's hometown personified Norman Rockwell normalcy. Between Sunday services at the community's two churches, the town folk, like a huge family, involved themselves in each other's lives. Doctors left home each morning to mend hurts, mechanics to fix people's cars, and teachers to grow the minds of children while little girls hopscotched on chalk-etched sidewalks and boys balanced bamboo fishing poles as they made their way to the river bank.

At the age of twelve, Tim had a paper route, tasted chewing gum from the bottom of a chair, and wished he could own a Red Ryder BB gun.

God was a large, mysterious presence in the boy's life. Even though he had no proof that God existed, everybody said He did, and there was no reason to doubt them.

Also looming large in the mind of the Chagrin Falls boy was the annual Blossom Festival, highlighted by the biggest parade of the year and the arrival of the carnival.

Down by the river, a magical mini-village sprang up overnight. A giant Ferris wheel stretched higher than the church tower, the repetitive song of the merry-go-round filled the air, and the fragrance of popcorn and axle grease reached his nostrils.

Fifty cents jangled in Tim's pocket as he made his way to the midway after Saturday chores. He liked the feel of turning the dimes in his pocket.

After drinking a Coke and buying a ticket for the Ferris wheel, he carefully conducted a survey of the game booths, ascertaining which might secure him the best prize.

Then he saw it! A white plastic crucifix that glowed in the dark, hanging on a green ribbon. For some unknown reason, its lure was powerful.

A man with long hair and dirty fingernails announced that for a mere ten cents, Tim could surely win a nice prize ... maybe even the one he was eyeing. Grasping the fishing pole, Tim waved the line and hook above the small pool of water where sixty plastic ducks bobbled, some designating a prize but only one entitling its captor to the crucifix that glowed in the dark.

First dime, first try. Nothing.

Second dime, second try ... he hooked a plastic duck. But only a cheap charm was his reward.

Third dime, last try. One more worthless item.

With each failure, the degree of difficulty became more apparent, and the crucifix more desirable. But he was out of money.

Tim began walking back home, thinking about how good that cross would have looked, glowing in the dark, in his room at night.

Slumping head down, pondering his plight, Tim wished he could have had it.

Darn it.

That instant he spotted the treasure ... a shiny dime ... lying on the sidewalk. Reaching down in what retrospectively seemed like slow motion, Tim lifted that dime and broke into a trot back to the midway.

Again he surveyed the situation. One chance in sixty to rescue that glow-in-the-dark crucifix from those murky waters. With his hand in his pocket, he rolled the dime in his fingers just to be sure it was still there. But this was too big a moment. This required big attention.

He left the midway.

Against the trunk of a large maple tree, Tim placed his head on his arm and decided to test the mysterious power of God.

"Lord ..." he hesitated, unsure of the proper words to speak to the Almighty, "I would ... really like ... that white cross. The one ... on the green ribbon ... that glows in the dark."

Tim turned from the tree and walked firmly to the carnival booth. Now familiar with him, the man with the long hair and dirty fingernails looked down at Tim, slightly raised an eyebrow, and stretched out his grimy palm.

The dime emerged from Tim's pocket and was quickly parted from him.

The man handed him the pole.

Tim furrowed his brow, pursed his lips just enough for the tip of his tongue to stick out, steadied the pole above the water, and with the concentration of a major league pitcher, he dipped the hook ... and snatched the number-one duck from the odds of the impossible—awarding him the glow-in-the-dark white crucifix on a green ribbon!

"I kept that cross under my pillow until I went to college," says Tim. "I still have it."

Through many subsequent years, each containing chapters of uncertainty—from college exams to casting calls—Tim Conway was always bolstered by the assurance he'd gained that day, next to a maple tree at the carnival in Chagrin Falls. A small trinket was his enduring confirmation that he'd had a personal answer to his prayer—a godwink he'd never forget.


Danielle loved smiley faces. She'd stick them up around her room. Send them in greeting cards. Draw them on correspondence—a round face with two eyes and a smile.

"They matched her personality," said her father, Daniel Heard.

A musically gifted nearly nineteen-year-old, she was about to journey to Los Angeles from her home in Michigan to meet with record producers who thought her songs—she'd composed more than twenty—might have commercial appeal.

Then the tragedy happened. A car out of control. A headon collision. She died.

We simply cannot fathom the pain borne by her grieving parents and Danielle's two older sisters. Life does not prepare us for that kind of heartbreak.

Nine months later, her father was still feeling agonizing loss. Daniel stood alone on the rear deck of their home, looking off into the woods. It was a dark night. Black clouds filled the sky.

"Oh God ... this still hurts. Dear God ... please give me a sign that Danielle is okay. That she's with you," he wailed. Then bowing his head, his voice cracking with sorrow, he said, "I guess I'm not worthy."

A glimmer of light reflected from the deck. He looked up to see a wondrous sight—a hole had formed in the blackness of the sky, just enough for the full moon to fit perfectly into it. He stared, recognizing the craters near the top that looked like the eyes of the man in the moon. Then in slow motion, across the bottom of the moon, a narrow dark cloud drifted ... and stopped ... and turned up its corners.

In a direct, personal communication, Daniel was receiving a godwink.

For a full fifteen or twenty seconds, the full moon was a perfect smiley face, just like those Danielle had always collected.

"I now counsel other parents who are dealing with grief," said Daniel. "I tell them they should expect that their hurt, anger, and sorrow will come in waves. Some days they will be fine. Other days, months later, they'll break down in tears. And occasionally, they'll get a sign—a godwink—to lift their spirits."

Three months after he witnessed the smiley face in the sky, Daniel and his wife, Paula, moved into their new home. For one year, it had been under construction, positioned on the five-acre lot Danielle had suggested before her accident.

It was a cold Sunday afternoon. Daniel knew that before first snowfall he had to pick up all the scraps of wood and debris left by the electricians, contractors, and siding men. For three hours he labored, pushing a heavy wheelbarrow with loads of debris over the muddy terrain. All the while, Danielle was not far from his mind. Over and over again, he thought about the smiley-faced moon. He was glad God had spoken to him. He now knew Danielle was okay, but ... he wanted to know that she was with Him.

His eyes moistened. A constriction grew in his throat. Out loud, all alone, he cried.

For another few minutes, Daniel labored, satisfied the job was just about finished. He stood, looked around to see if there were any more scraps of wood.

There ... there was one. He went to it and squatted to pick it up. It was a piece of siding, maybe ten inches long. He lifted it, turned it over. His eyes widened. Carved into the wood, probably by a nail, were the words:

"Hi, Dad."

For several moments of disbelief and absolute wonder, he stared at the godwink he held in his hands!

He couldn't wait to get inside to share the story with his wife, Paula. They talked about it. About the significance of the smiley-faced moon and the scrap of siding, both coming within moments of a plea to God for a sign of assurance that their daughter was in heaven.

Paula noted that the siding man worked with his son. Probably that's how those words "Hi, Dad" got there. Then they looked at each other and simultaneously shrugged: "So what?" Whoever left that scrap of wood was a Godwink Link.

Godwink Links

God uses others as unwitting messengers of godwinks to each of us. In fact, we all become deliverers of goodness to others without the slightest clue that God is using us that way.

When someone we're thinking about telephones out of the blue, we almost never stop to ask what caused that person to call at that very moment. Or when someone you encounter changes the whole course of your life—you usually don't ask why that person was at that place at that moment.

They were Godwink Links.

* * *

In the preceding story, the important thing was not who the messenger was, but that a small scrap of wood—the last one Daniel was to pick up—carried the very personal message that God had orchestrated for him to receive.

Think about the times that you were the link—the person who happened to call out of the blue just as someone was thinking about you—or you just happened to encounter someone, the result of which was an alteration to the course of their life. You were the Godwink Link ... the unwitting messenger of God's goodness.

Now that I've drawn your attention to it ... feels good, doesn't it?


"I didn't know you were royalty," Janet's friend had scrawled facetiously across the photo in the New York Daily Mirror. "She looks just like you."

Janet smiled.

True. The picture of the woman getting a divorce from a British marquess did look like her—dark hair, worn shoulder length. Janet was amused, and she tucked away the newspaper clipping, dated May 21, 1954, with some of her other memorabilia.

Fifty years passed.

At age thirty-eight, David Gutterman had come to that place in life where he'd accepted the notion that if the right girl didn't happen along, he'd tolerate staying single. But when he met Romaine Orthwein, a thirty-nine-year-old fine art photographer, he knew she was the one. And she felt the same way. They'd met on a blind date, and there was an instant attraction.

In a rapidly moving courtship, David and Romaine visited the home of his parents in Westchester County, New York. Spotting a collection of framed family photos, Romaine was astonished.

"Your mother looks just like my mother did," she said pensively, thinking of the image of her own mom in a photo on her bureau. Romaine's mom had died when Romaine was only nine years old.

"That was my mom's engagement picture," remarked David as they continued their tour of the house.

Over the next few months, David and Romaine's chemistry continued to click, and soon they were talking about marriage. David began thinking how he could make the proposal special.

Then it dawned on him. On several occasions, Romaine had suggested they leave Brooklyn where they lived and go into Manhattan to visit some SoHo art galleries. Frankly, he'd been unenthusiastic about that notion but, perhaps now, this could be the perfect ploy to get her alone in a place she'd never forget.


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Lash58 More than 1 year ago
I am one of millions of people who are not employed at this time. I found the book comforting during this difficult time in my life. I am not a deeply religious person but I do believe in God and His merciful ways of helping us here on earth. After reading the book, I searched my memory and I also have had Godwinks in my life. I found the book at the store just days before they ran out of the book. Perhaps that too was a Godwink. Without any steady income coming in, I don't usually go to stores very often but that day I found this wonderful, uplifting book in my price range. Thank you Good!!!!
luigiNY More than 1 year ago
Ever think God had deserted you? You won't after you've read this book. I was truly inspired and uplifted by the book.
SvenKnine More than 1 year ago
Full of short stories that you will tell your friends about. Easy to read. Thought provoking and entertaining. You will find yourself recognizing times in your own life when God has winked at you!
SantanaTN More than 1 year ago
An awakening that allows the reader to recognize God winks in their own personal lives. Provides the opportunity to recognize that nothing happens without a reason. I purchased a copy for my pastor and several family members. Truly a feel good book.
DoriDV More than 1 year ago
This is a truly inspirational and thought provoking book. I shared it with several friends, one of whom planned on buying it soon. She had to go to the store to pick up something else, and when she walked through the door, the first case she saw was showing the book! God winked. Many of us could look back at severeal occasions in our life when something happened to us and we realized that God had indeed winked. Some-times to motivate us, and sometimes to give us courage and trust in His love, and many times, just to remind us that is always there walking with us in our daily lives.
becke More than 1 year ago
This is a great book. I have read it and recommended it to others. This book is a great witness tool for the non believers.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book had been left sitting atop a Christmas card display that I was looking at when I was in the checkout line in Barnes and Noble. The title caught my eye and I picked it up and scanned the pages and purchased it. Coincidence? I think I was meant to find it. I just ordered it for a young man I know who is in jail and needs hope. I plan to purchase several copies for friends as Christmas gifts. I found it very moving and inspirational.
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This is a very interesting discussion about coincidences. In reality there are no coincidences, these things happen for a reason and this book gives insight on how it is part of God's plan.
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I really love this book.
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openmindedDM More than 1 year ago
This is an encouraging book if you are going through a difficult time, it is a book of hope and joy. Reading the book makes you aware of God's active help in our lives.
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Easy read....story from back home.
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Antysu More than 1 year ago
A book to savor... Read a little at a time and just enjoy