My acceptance of what and where I am in life is the first step in making the most of what’s left. Time is running out. I am “just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away” (James 4.14b). Tomorrow, I could be gone; I could be with Jesus and my dearly departed wife, Adonica. I better get on with the acceptance of my lot and station in life. I spent the first half of my existence dreaming of how big I would be. I suspect the second half will be devoted to learning to accept how small I really am.
I can have an impact and effect some change, but I cannot force-fulfill a destiny. Mine is what it is. What I thought would be... matters little. What matters much is right in front of me. I was “destined for this.” My “this” is the destiny I actually have. I must accept, settle into, make the most of, and learn to love “this.”
“…we have been destined for this,” (1st Thessalonians 3.3c-4).
The Bible tells m am destined for. My destiny is “this.”
“…we have been destined for this.”
