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Show zBSSfbumm .jz i . ..... A . . ' I, too, see the miracle that brought me here to this situation situa-tion and this moment. Maybe fate doesn't exist, ex-ist, but maybe it can for those who believe it. I don't think that life is just fate, that that is all it's about and that it can't be changed. But I do believe, that we can create fate. Like a quote I have above my bed, " It is not circumstances, but our choices that determine our destiny." des-tiny." By what we choose to do today, by who we choose to be, it can lead to a great fate. It can interweave us into another person's per-son's heart and soul, whether it be a great friend or a future spouse. This stirring that pushes me like an ocean current is something special to my heart. by Marissa Walker Fate. How would one describe de-scribe this phenomenon? Is it true? Or is it something humans hu-mans believe in to make excuses ex-cuses for what happens? Maybe, May-be, it is a silly notion. Maybe it doesn't exist but maybe to a point it does. Thinking about the continued con-tinued flow of my life, I see how it has been painted step by step. I can see where it had to be unweaved and then intricately intri-cately rewoven. Each decision marking a flow of colors and patterns. But as I think about one of the most important decisions de-cisions ever made in my life, I can't help but feel divinely guided to create this masterpiece. As my story unfolded about how and when and why I met and chose to marry my fiance, Cristian, I saw how it was sewn, how it was constructed, con-structed, and most of all guided. guid-ed. The seamster that works my tapestry of life has helped me to move to where it is now, to a beautiful piece of creativity creativ-ity and enlightenment. It had led me to Cris. The circumstances circum-stances around which we met and dated could not have been just happenings. To me, it was fate. As I contemplated how he got to even be here, how much his parents gave up, I, too, felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude grat-itude and divinity. As I looked back at my life, my family, my parents, all they have done, I thrive off of feelings. I am a very emotionally driven person. per-son. I believe and I sense it.... then... 1 know it. And maybe "Moments" continued on Page 3 "Moments" continued from Page 2 there a strine off? Is the color who have helped shape mine. It continues to grow. And although mine is not quite perfect, it is not quite there yet, it is beautiful. It has been made even better by the addition of another's. For now it is longer, bigger, brighter, and more beautiful than I can even imagine. Fate and choices brought me here to this point. Don't stop believing and don't stop trying! c there a string off? Is the color not right yet? Don't give up. Take the time to think, to understand, to believe that where you are headed is fate. That the path you have chose can lead to happiness or misery. There is someone watching out for you every day. There is people helping to weave and create cre-ate how you want the tapestry to unfurl. I'm grateful for those right now you are saying this is crazy. And maybe it is. But maybe, if you take a second and look at your life, think about the decisions you have made you will have a slight inkling to believe. Who's weaving your masterpiece? Is it heading where you want it to? Is it looking look-ing more and more gorgeous everytime you glance at it. Is |