"How way leads on to way"

Eleven-year-old Mike Huckabee broke his finger reaching for a foul ball and ended up announcing for his Hope, Arkansas, radio station.

I also have begun to notice that events of my day that seemed of no importance are the ones that change the course of my life --- a letter in the mail with unfamiliar return address that I almost threw out unread; a chance meeting with an old acquaintance at O'Neil's market; a photo I slipped into an envelope to an inmate friend at the last minute before posting.

Robert Frost broaches the phenomenon in "The Road Not Taken":

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both....

Took the other, just as fair, .....

I kept the first for another day."

Frost knew the truth of being borne along, a passive rider on the tide of events, and "how way leads on to way" without our knowing how or having much say.

I'm not sure if the poet had the comfort I have, of knowing that an unseen hand who loves me, brings this serendipity of details and weaves it into patterns that at the end of the day take my breath away and make me exclaim, "Oh, the depths of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable his ways!" (Rom.11:33)