Destiny and Destination

Both of the Heads are away today, so ‘LivinRightInPgh‘ kindly agreed to once again mind the store for us. We’re always thrilled to have one of our Guest Noggins sub in, and sincerely appreciate their efforts and thoughtfulness.  

Thanks, ‘Pgh‘!!!

—JTR & GBL

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In every life, there’s a destiny to be fulfilled; a path defined by our choices along the way. Ultimately, this “destiny” we choose will determine our destination. The Scriptures speak very clearly to the difference between choosing a destiny that is defined by humanistic choices and that which is defined by following God’s path for our lives…

“There is a way which seems right to a man, But its end is the way of death.”  Proverbs 16:25  (NASB)

“In the way of righteousness is life, and in its pathway there is no death.”  Proverbs 12:28 (NASB)

During our daily walk, we’re continuously faced with the “choices of the flesh“, which are in direct conflict with “choices of the Spirit“.

Galations 5:16 – 17 (NASB) tells us:

Some Days Change Everything

In a very real way, every choice we make, each and every day, leads us onward in ways that change our lives forever, whether we know it or not. Every decision in favor of taking Avenue A over Road B means that all the results of choosing B are gone–sometimes permanently.  We’ll never know what landmarks lie along that road, because we’ll never travel it at just that time, in just those circumstances, ever again.   Apply this to any current event you please.

But there are days in our lives when we know–at that very moment–that everything has changed.  For me, it was sometimes a choice I made…I chose Boston University over Williams College;  I said “Yes, I will!” when the man I still love asked, “Will you?”  Sometimes it was a defining event over which I had no control, as when a friend called and told me to turn on the TV, because an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center.

This isn’t a post about 9-11.  But that dark day is part and parcel with a dark year of my life.  One month after we watched, with our elementary-aged sons, the devastation of the two towers, I got another phone call.  This one was from my dad who said, “Mom has stage 4 cancer.”

Which day do you think rocked my world more?