Destiny
Last week I sat outside a courtroom reading a short story ironically about destiny. Inside, my friend was getting a second chance on life. Was it destiny to read a story about destiny during her life changing moment? Was there really such a thing as destiny, I wondered?
The character in the short story went in search of her destiny…
She consulted fortunetellers, palm readers, and psychic healers looking for answers but received only more questions about her fate. I don’t think fortunetellers; palm readers or the like can tell your destiny. I think the only one that truly knows our destiny is God. He has a plan for my life. But without the blueprints how do I find my destiny? Surely all the wrong turns I’ve made in life have deterred me from reaching my destiny. Or was this it? My
destiny. And I just didn’t know it.
It was destiny that I met my friend 17 years ago. God knew we needed each other. Which is why I found myself sitting outside a courtroom supporting her one afternoon last week and wondering about destiny.
I used to think that destiny included a fairy tale ending. I don’t think that anymore. Destiny could be what you make it. Or to quote a chick flick I saw late one night, “A man’s character is his destiny.”
Either way, I sat outside that courtroom because she needed me. It was destiny.
Labels: destiny, fate, fortunetellers, God, palm readers, pyschic healers, Reading, short story
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were you watching "simply irresistable"? i remember that line... it's great!
destiny, fate, whatever.... it's all what you make it. :)