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Have You Seen My Destiny?
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. Destiny is not the accomplishment of, but rather the working toward.
I’ve scoured my journals looking for a nugget of truth; a key that I might have missed along the way. I see this guy in the pages all in love with the idea of success and personal achievement. A man full of passion to become the man he needs to become to do what he believes he’s been created to do. To “live the dream” that he’s dreamed of. Then the more I read the more I see that each and every moment of that guy’s life he has been “living the dream.” He has been fulfilling his destiny.
Every idea, every effort to achieve that idea, every struggle and set back while trying to accomplish that idea, and every pivot, start over, let’s try this instead is…
