My marriage was arranged.
Unplanned by either of us, but as result of our education and career paths, I chased her around the country for five years, through three states (once back and forth between two) and finally catching up with her in a fourth where we were married nine months later. I knew of her through a classmate in the first state, our paths crossed (unknowingly) in the second state where we both were at the same concert, but I didn’t meet her for the first time until we were in the third state, and there twice. We saw each other again in the first state and then next in the fourth state. 
Along with some other particulars giving more depth to my incredibly unromantic, but memorable, statement, I said, “It must have been God, I wouldn’t have thought of it!” 
Do I believe in God’s providence? Just a little.
He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Psalm 23:3