One of the little joys in life is when someone picks up on something that you thought was only important to you.

For example, a friend of mine was hanging out at my house last night and leaned over to my bookshelf and pulled down my copy of Moonlight Chronicles, which is a published traveler's journal by artist Dan Price. Immediately she began reading, so then I showed her an earlier issue that I keep in my room. She was enthralled by his writing and art - which is something that I had attempted to show to other people several times in the past, but no interest ever developed. So here I sit and didn't even try, and she ended up reading all night and taking my copies home with her. I discovered Moonlight Chronicles in a similar way back in early high school, and it was, in its own arty-philosophical way, a big influence on me.

Probably another small lesson in how us trying to maintain control or influence is ultimately a feeble exercise. The flow of life, which I fully believe in well in the hands of God, is something that we need to experience, not contort to our notions of importance. If God led you into something by interesting and uncontrolled sets of circumstances, then why do we lose faith that he will do those same kinds of things with others?