The Way Things are Meant to Be

Last Sunday, my grandparents came to Mass with myself and some other patients. They walked with us to the Chapel, and along the way my grandpa fell behind. He struck up a conversation with my roommate. They chatted for a while, and none of us thought much of it. Later that evening my roommate received a call from her family: her grandfather had passed away earlier that evening. What are the chances that, of all the patients there that day, my grandfather chose to reach out to my roommate? I'm conviced that some grandfather ju-ju and divine intervention were at work that day. I can't get that beautiful coincidence out of my mind. The more I sit back and watch it, the more I notice how the world seems to work itself out. I finally accepted my PHP worries, and then the impossible happened: I was granted more time. I accepted treatment, and then I began progressing within my goals, discerning insight without even meaning to. The more we wait and wish and manipulate the further our hopes get; once we simply accept the natural course of things and continue to act within our own equilibrium, everything just seems to fall into place. The world works in mysterious ways, my friends.