This morning I was looking through my archives and came across this picture of my boys when they were itty-bitty. With my eyes full of tears, I whispered, “Where did the time go?” Then it dawned on me, time didn’t go anywhere, I did. — I used to believe that destiny was a destination; a point of specificity, an arrival of either an inner or outer place. But I’ve since been able to glean, by looking back over my life, that destiny is an intention fueled by faith and perseverance. …