Fate, Faith, and a Well Worn Pair of Shoes
Forgive me. Brooks and I are still working out our privacy concerns, but this blog just needed to come out. It is my intention that after you have read it, that you understand my exception to my "last" blog post. God is present in my life. I pray...never for things, but always for strength. No matter how late I am running, my first thought each day is always to pray: "Please Lord, give me the strength and courage to do what needs to be done today. Please guide me and keep me from screwing up your plan". My prayer is obvious of two things. One: It's my own vernacular. Two: I believe in fate. I believe that there is a plan for each of us. Over and over again, my life has been blessed with serendipitous moments that can not be explained by randomness. These are intentional blessings sent to us to teach us and prepare us. The universe gives us hints that we are being guided. A chance meeting of a friend after years absence; seeing that mother wi