The God of Fresca or Just Fresca?

Whenever I get fast food, I drink Coke or Pepsi. Why then, today, if not by the grace of God, did I drink Orange Fresca at Subway? Was it the God looking down on me, knowing that Coke would leave me feeling bloated and that only Orange Fresca could wash down the garden patty? Or am I reversing the causality: Was the Orange Fresca so refrescaing that I felt a near-religious serenity with each sip, and thus associated God with the entire experience?

Or possibly, God has abandoned us and we are left naked and alone in this infinite and chaotic universe. There is no rhyme or reason to what pop we choose to drink at any given moment.

Or is God present everywhere, such that when I thought it was Fresca alone washing down my meal, it was Fresca with an extra-ingredient of 'God' syrup?

Or did the Fresca transubstantiate into the fizzing body of God's only son as a drank it down?

That motherfucker works in mysterious ways and I sound stoned out of my gord.