July 25, 2008

From: Gary West
Sent: Friday, July 25, 2008 6:57 PM
Subject: Destiny

She is like a young lady, beautiful, tone, graceful.
She is dressed in promise, adorned with jewels, bathed in perfume.
She is like a mirage, she appears, she disappears.
She shows up, she tantalizes, she flirts, she leaves.
No one knows where she comes from or where she goes.
She is ever changing, never to be figured out.
Always traveling in a cloud of mystery.
She is like a dream, plotting her path is like capturing the wind.
She answers to no mortal and yet every mortal desires her. They
desire to catch her, to expose her, to understand her.
She is as fleeting as a moon ray, she is the destination. She is
the end of the rainbow, she is the pot of gold.
To know her, to have her mind, to know what she knows.
That is a goal, that is the measure of the unknown.
Her name is destiny, she is the point our course is headed
regardless of how we steer.
She is the direction of our steps no matter our plans, our dreams.
She is our destiny, she is hidden, she is elusive, she is there, a
great mystery.
If we could pry the future from her, to know what the next sun rise
brings, to see the future, what would we do?
How would life change? How would we change? If destiny walked in
and sat with me, what would she say?
What would I do with that information?
Would I smile, would I celebrate, or would I cry at the fear of it.
My protection, my hedge, it has been lowered.
To what end?
If she would sit with me, could she tell me the end of it all.
The depth of the future pain, the fullness of the future joy.
The manner of my future service, the end of my days...
I desire that, but she is not a form, a figure, a being to discuss
with.
She is the sum of Gods moves, his permissive will.
She is the only pathway to the next level. The only set of
circumstances, and events that we can flow through.
So we are suspended between the past events and our future. Even my
stalemate and fear of movement is part of my destiny.
I am locked on a trail, summoned by destiny to a fate, a life that I
cannot predict.
Fear and worry were not part of my past, can I push them off the
table of my future?
Can I trust the Lord with my view, with my path, with my destiny.
Will he take care of her for me. Will he keep her beautiful.
Will he make her the object of my dreams again.
Will he forge my dreams and steps together. The steps that he
controls, the dreams that he allows me to have.
Can they be reunited?
I pray so,
G