It is easy to fall into the illusion that we are but one thread meandering through life. Our actions matter in the moment but perhaps not much more than that. People we interact with may wander away into other quadrants, some never to be seen again. Then stories like this one break through. 

 

A friend who rides at a barn a few miles away was chatting with one of the men who works there, practicing her Spanish. He is from Honduras, and mentioned that another woman who boards her horse there also used to live in Honduras. Her father worked at the embassy.

 

"That's funny, I used to be a guard at that embassy," he told her.

 

Gradually he remembered that he had been assigned to walk a little blond girl to school each morning for a couple of years. On a different continent, in another millennia. Here was that girl. 

 

What would the impact be, if we had any idea of how our choices mount on each other? The faithfulness of one ordinary day becomes a stack of actions that interlock into a smooth wall of integrity?

 

While such glimpses do not force us to believe in Divine leading, it definitely invites us to.