I read a pithy quote once that stuck with me.

"Life can only be understood looking backwards. But it must be lived going forward."

Is that cruel, or merely necessary? Personally, the perspective that shows up when I review the past is amazing. Being a third string player in the effort to place my mother in a psychiatric ward shored me up for admitting my son forty years later. Watching as a middle school kid while my father risked his career by going back to graduate school to become a marriage counselor helped me to have the courage to go back for a masters degree and plunge into supporting marriages. Struggling with our oldest son, and coming to a place of joyful connection, has lent me the stamina to endure the uncertainty with our youngest one. The exhaustion of caring for infant twins was like a hazing before being inducted into the phenomenal club called twice the love. 

Probably your life has antecedents skillfully hidden in the events section. You too can glance back at the pieces disguised as random, that are actually living proof that you are quintessentially loved.