Every morning when I get to my office the first word I write down is the word “Destiny”. Several weeks ago destiny caught my attention. I started thinking about it… So, what does it mean?
I’ve consulted several dictionaries. Webster sort of sums up all the dictionaries I have read: “That to which any person or thing is destined; predetermined state; condition foreordained by the Divine or by human will; fate; lot; doom.”
Every morning I start my day off reminded of God… reminded that God has a purpose for my life. There is a plan… will it be His plan or my will? Which will I follow? My heart beats in order to please God. I spend everday thinking, praying, reading, and talking about the things of God. The very thing I was created for.
In this moment, I feel as though there is a fire within me that needs to be released. A fire that cannot be contained by my skin. Something that has been ignited by God’s Spirit for his purpose.
God’s plan has not been lost but rather I’m being refined… purified into God’s destiny… his plan. I’m still on a quest today to find out how this plan will ultimately unfold. This is my frustration at times… yet I have hope and faith in God.
My desire in life is to truly be a part of a movement. McManus explains his plan for his church. He states, “My goal is not to cast a vision that everyone buys into, but to create a visional community where everyone who enters in begins to have wild and God-sized dreams and visions.” (The Barbarian Way, 103).
That’s my prayer!