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Tuesday, August 4, 2009


Acts 26:16: But rise, and stand upon thy feet: for I have appeared unto thee for this purpose, to make thee a minister and a witness both of these things which thou hast seen, and of those things in the which I will appear unto thee;

I was incomplete. I had no purpose, no new plan and at 42 years old I still was searching for what I wanted to be now that I was "grown up." I decided once and for all that I would choose my absolute dream career, decide what I would need to change about my life to accomplish it and do so with professional, determined fervor and wisdom. I looked to the core of my being - what I loved, what I was especially good at and what I would be proud to say was my career until the end of my days.

The answer: writer and speaker.

I searched the internet, read books and joined social network groups looking for people doing the same thing. I asked questions, joined online discussions and attended seminars and webinars. Those gave me a step-by-step plan for changing a career and two of the most important suggestions everyone and every book made consistently was to make a plan and find a mentor.

I made a month-by-month outline for writing and publishing specific works and I set out to find a mentor. I joined the Sylmar Chamber of Commerce which ultimately led me to a man, a pastor and a Bishop who looked me in my eyes upon first meeting and asked me what he could do for me. Jokingly I got bold and told him he could be my mentor. Immediately he agreed and immediately he followed through.

Months later in July 2008, his wife invited me to speak at her women's fellowship. I had just completed and published the first booklet on my list. I was right on track to publish one a month. Now I was officially a speaker, author and a publisher - and all to the Glory of God! I knew I was well on my way towards finally finding myself.

Afterward, the Bishop made a video of the engagement and posted my name as Min. Deidre Campbell-Jones. It looked good. But I admitted I was not a minister when he'd asked and he told me I would need to be if I wanted to get paid by churches for my speaking engagements. They asked me to begin teaching at the Bible College that September and I considered joining the ministry school, but chose a free online course instead.

For weeks prior, maybe even months - I had been suffering a terrible itch in my feet. The burning was consuming and unpredictable. I hadn't used a new soap, nor had I recently used any new lotions, no new shoes or socks - just the same 42 year old feet!

But I changed lotions, used oils, slept in medicated lotion and pedicure socks, soaked in medicated foot baths, exfoliated with foot scrubs, increased my pedicures - I tried nearly everything but the itch would not stop. Oh, yeah - I scratched, and scratched and scratched.

Nothing helped.

It began to be a distraction. Shoes would get kicked off at the most inappropriate times - to scratch. Flip-flops were worn in inappropriate circumstances - to scratch, and my walk changed, my talk changed and even my focus changed all because of the itching, burning and scratching.

Everything I tried made the itching increase - although my feet were supple, smooth and soft!

Finally, in a frantic, burning panic I went to the church on a Wednesday afternoon. I didn't know what to expect, didn't know what to ask. I knew one of the church leaders was said to have the gift of healing, but I'd never seen it for myself, never experienced it and wasn't even sure I believed in it. I also wasn't even sure if she was even going to be at the church, but I went anyway - if nothing else but to cry out to the Lord in prayer for relief.

She was there and as soon as she hugged me she said - "Oh, come on, let's pray." She took me into the sanctuary and she kicked off her sandals. I took off my flip-flops. She anointed my head with oil and began to pray. I cannot remember one word of what she said accept at one point she said, "Yes, there it is."

I could barely pray with her. I was distracted. I don't know if I was waiting for the itching to stop or for white lights to descend from heaven or an angel of the Lord to walk through the door and announce I was healed. But at the end of her prayer, none of that had happened and the burning had not been abated. She told me the "Lord would minister to me for three days." I didn't know what that meant and I went home bleary-eyed.

For three days the burning and itching did not stop. Finally, I was driven to the word of God in sheer desperation and craze. I went to my online bible concordance and typed in "feet". I had no idea what I was looking for or what I might find, but I found what God wanted me to see.

Acts 26:16: But rise, and stand upon thy feet: for I have appeared unto thee for this purpose, to make thee a minister and a witness both of these things which thou hast seen, and of those things in the which I will appear unto thee;

And visible right under that scripture was this:
Rom:10:15: And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!

I was sent to my knees with tears of stunning revelation! Could it be true? Without a doubt it was true. Like a zombie I walked upstairs, crying, dazed and bewildered. It was time to get dressed for the day. I showered and in that shower I realized my feet did not itch or burn!

"Yes! Yes, Lord - I understand and I accept!" And it was then that I was anointed and baptized with the Holy Ghost.

I went back to the scriptures to see what had happened to me - what did I just do? What did I just accept? Acts 26:16 continues with this: 17: Delivering thee from the people, and from the Gentiles, unto whom now I send thee, 18: To open their eyes, and to turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins, and inheritance among them which are sanctified by faith that is in me.

Am I really to be sent? Can I really do all this? Not alone - not on my own; only with and through the power of the Holy Ghost.

I remained drunk and bewildered, distracted by the Spirit of God upon me for the rest of the day and Saturday too. On Sunday my Bishop was teaching and his sermon led us to the book of Luke and my eyes wandered away from the text and found Luke 4:18-19 "The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, To preach the acceptable year of the Lord."

There. I was reconciled. I went to the altar - with no more tears - but peace, indescribable peace. Oh, yeah and soft, supple, itch-free, BEAUTIFUL feet!

That Tuesday, after Bible Study an older, newly licensed pastor was saying goodbye to me, walked away and came back. "The Lord just told me to give you this bible." It was a paperback ESV version. "Ok, thank you." I said, wondering what God was up to now.

That same day as I was rereading the scriptures God had given me regarding my calling, I noticed that Romans 10:15 was in all-caps. In my study bible that means those words are a direct quote from the Old Testament. I decided to search for the original text - it proved to be a little bit of a challenge. I found it - Isaiah 52:7 (all my favorite numbers). I was looking for my large study bible to look it up and passed by the ESV I'd just been given and decided to find it there: "How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!"

There. I was complete. I have finally found myself. Oh, the journey is just beginning, the trials will be harder, newer and more challenging. And walking by faith may lead me down a long and grueling road. But my feet... will be beautiful, no matter what!

One year later, and badly in need of a pedicure I will receive my license into the service of the Kingdom of God as a Minister of the Gospel.

Finally I am what I never knew I always wanted to be when I grew up. Now maybe it's time to grow up. Nah... I think I'll schedule a pedicure instead! :D

Power, love & peace ya'll! (2 Timothy 1:7)
"~Min. Dez"

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Angel of Faith

I saw my faith today. And I didn’t help him; didn’t ask what he needed – I just shooed him away.

I saw my faith today and I dreamt about him last night. In my vision he was strong and confident, handsome and smiling at me. He was sitting on a bench as if waiting for the bus. I smiled and said hello. And when I turned again to point him out he had gone away.

I saw my faith today and I know it was him. In my lament the day before I had asked to see my faith just as Jesus had seen from those he’d healed. It was not ironic that he should appear today when I’d only just asked of him yesterday.

I saw my faith today and I didn’t even recognize him until it was too late.

He laid on my lawn, face to the fence, disheveled and a bit mismatched. Glasses covered his eyes from the light but not any light that shined from me. I told him my lawn was not the place to be. “Ok,” he said. “Ok?” I asked. “Yes, I’m Ok,” he replied and still I let my light hide.

I saw my faith today and regretted I’d left him once I got about a block away. I turned to return and ask how I could help or ask of his need. But when I was back my faith was nowhere to be seen.

I saw my faith today and I know it was him. I had asked to see where my faith lacked, and when I had the chance I forgot to ask and it was too late by the time I came back.

I saw my faith today and if he was just a bum, I met him not with love but instead with fear. I didn’t even ask of God to listen to what He would have me hear.

I saw my faith today and treated him with disgrace. If compassion had prevailed I would have treated him with God's sufficient grace.

I saw my faith today and gave him no compassion for his strength. My faith is weak and wanting and my fear keeps him from growing and showing what he’s capable of. I canceled his chance to do what he could, if I would have just show a little bit of love.

I saw my faith today and in my fear, I didn’t listen and couldn’t hear. And when I could have helped; could have given him increase, instead I sent him away.

Dear Faith, come back and if you will, with compassion I will generously add to your lack. And if I see my faith again someday – oh, Faith – Dear Faith, I pray; next time I’ll not send you away.

Thursday, May 7, 2009


Romans 8:1: "There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit."

Really? Well, there shouldn't be. At least not amongst ourselves. If there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, why then do so many believers suffer such condemnation - especialy and mostly from other believers?

It's like when my mom would tell me to let my son do something I had already told him he couldn't. When I complained to her that she'd never had let me when I was his age and how could she go against my word - she told me that her father had done it to her and she didn't like it either.

As for the church, this situation is definitely not at all like dealing with a 4 year old and a grandmother handing out candy. No, in the church we're talking about what seems to be a public flogging - not for sin, but perhaps for disobedience or a misunderstanding, rumors, cliques or a bad message from a new minister. And in this public execution the convicted is given no trial, no defence and no opportunity for explanation. And not only that, the accused must take it without flinching, expression or complaint, I might add!

It's as if our church leaders and elders have suffered such condemnation themselves that they feel it is their duty and obligation to pass the buck.

Well, the buck stops here!

As a manager at AT&T (and a good one, I might add), I didn't much care for the trickle down theory. So long as my team was doing their job (and doing it it well, I might add), then whatever mess upper-management wanted me to harrass my team with, stayed right with me and they never heard it. Some management techniques are just unnessary in order to get the best out of your team.

Wouldn't it be nice if it were mandatory for Pastors and church leaders to attend the same management courses I did?

I think perhaps they hold on to Titus 1:13: "This witness is true. Wherefore rebuke them sharply, that they may be sound in the faith;" as a justification for being harsh. But this scripture in Titus, let's not forget, is talking about the "many unruly and vain talkers and deceivers, specially they of the circumcision: Whose mouths must be stopped, who subvert whole houses, teaching things which they ought not, for filthy lucre's sake."

And so, if you go this route, be sure of it's usage, I might add - because, what goes around comes around... or in more biblical terms, you reap what you sow.

Or maybe the leaders are kind-of partial to a scripture in 1 Timothy chapter 5 as their justification. Verse 20 says: "Them that sin rebuke before all, that others also may fear." I get the rebuke before all part - but still, this scripture is talking about sin, people! And the bible is clear about what sin is. And, last I checked not being decent and in order is not listed as a sin.

Now, don't get me wrong I am not in anyway advocating disobedience amongst the church leadership. The bible does say to do things decently and in order and so that is what we must do. And there are requirements of leadership that are expressed in God's word that must be adhered to. Leadership must provide a specific example and must be accurate in their teachings and most not fall prey to spirits of gossip, lying or deception. Duh, sounds obvious to me.

But what seems not to be so obvious within the church, is how best to deal with such common needs of correction (that exist within and outside of the church, I might add).

But gee, I seem to remember a scripture about going to an individual first and if they don't listen and repent, then go before the church, then take it to the leaders. Hhmm...

Listen, all lessons are for the greater good - without a doubt. But some lessons are to learn what to do and others are to learn what NOT to do. All I can say is I know what I will NEVER do.

Never have, never will. The buck stops here - for me, there is and will not be any condemnation (at least not publicly) for them that are in Christ Jesus - and under my leadership, I might add.

Power, love & peace, People!
~Min. Dez

Sunday, February 1, 2009


Once I was blue like the color of covered up confidence or lack thereof, dreaming of love with a song and a sigh – not when doves, but when young girls cry. I didn’t know why I was longing and aching, making up dreams and faking life at the seams; a facade of me and pretend identity, confidence un-true, like that deep indigo blue is just a weak purple wannabe. I was striving to be like a royal purple princess – you know the rest, trying to be different like everyone else. Instead plain and simple, I was just regular blue, sad and true.

Confessions of change… Color Change… the range of me.
Forget faking the funk that junk was getting old. And so I replaced -confidence not drawn but traced, with red like the color bold. Oh, my red was like a deep “come hither”, strong enough to make any man wither. My red was sassy or so I was told and to me that was confidence as good as gold. This was the life, I figured I had it made, I was in charge – everyone else had to meet my grade. Sharp and quick and a cutting wit, I was the snake - don’t get bit. Drip. When suddenly I quit. Dripped red like blood, straight from the cross - this life of bold, now old, no loss.

Confessions of change… Color change… the range of me.
Black: thick, not empty but full of lack – confidence and esteem, joy and the ability to dream. Like a ship with no one at its helm I was tossed by the storm and overwhelmed. Little and belittled, abused, not amused, mistreated and misused - never could I admit, with a ring and “I do” that that this was the black that I did choose. I found deaths’ sting within that ring, so I escaped the black and never looked back. I made easier living by forgiving the “x”, but shame changed to blame that I gave to God. There ain’t nothing blacker than that, right? Go ahead you all can nod.

Confessions of change… color change the range of me…
My color is new again after that long black night – now it is purple, bet you though it was white. No – that was after black days turned to grays like the haze of imperfection and an empty gaze. Not even new rays of the only begotten one could warm my heart once the gray had begun – blanching, and bleaching and blank like white - loving myself was too much like right. Self-forgiveness so hesitant and what tried to be confident, now like white, the color non-existent.

Confessions of change… color change the range of me…
Now here’s a little mix you may not know – excuse me for a moment if it messes my flow. But blue (like confidence un-true) added to red (the bold replacing confidence instead) makes purple you see, the purple that now is me. Add black (just a little is all you get) and if it doesn’t overwhelm you’ll get violet. Now add a touch of white and comes back the color purple, just like my life confidence has come full circle. Each color alone I might like to forget, but to do so would mean I would only reject – the portrait so skillfully painted and meant - to be. God had to mix all the colors you see to make this glory, royal beauty, God’s truly confident me.

I am a child of God – my father has given me a coat of many colors – the colors of confidence and love without hindrance. I am a child of God!

© 2008 Deidre Campbell-Jones

Friday, January 23, 2009

Living Visions

If you were to peruse the many lengthy posts, past the even lengthier permanent post and were able to some how piece together a chronology of truth, you might begin in April of 2008.

For two days I attended a Loral Langemeier business conference in Dallas, TX. NO ONE wanted to hear about my business choices: neither the business directory nor the "public speaking". They were steering me towards Graphic Design or some such thing.

Then upon meeting Loral I blurted out that I was going to be the Loral Langemeier of Christian Education. Good Lord! And my angst was more over saying such a dumb thing to Ms. Langemeier rather than where the heck did that come from?

But on the plane ride home I had my first ever vision and indeed did see myself speaking to masses of women. Women? Check out my non-profit and you'll see I've been primarily focused on teens! Where the heck did that come from?

So yes, I started that directory anyway and began researching the "public speaking" because I was going to do both, daggone it! And the directory led me to the Bishop who agreed immediately to be my mentor in "public speaking".

But still the vision persisted - and it grew! The details became clearer and crazier in my mind - but certainly clearer. And I kept them under wraps convinced I was nuts.

Then a prophet read my nutty thoughts and told them all back to me. Then the Bishop confirmed all those nutty thoughts and told them all back to me. Where the heck did all of that come from?

And so yes, I did my first speaking engagement at the Bishop's church - what a rush! I knew the Spirit of God had anointed me that night but still it was as if I was still saying, where the heck did that come from?

And I spoke again, and did a little something else, and I began teaching at the Bible College and I began pursuing a licence in ministry... hold up... yes, I did say minister's license. Now where the heck did THAT come from?

Somewhere along the way I had to admit that this was not just a career path and a really cool job - finally. Somewhere along the line I had answered and acknowledge just exactly where this was all coming from: God Himself.

I had been called. I had finally recognized the sound I had heard for so many, many years. Finally, every experience, every pain, every joy and every heart ache made sense - this was why: so that that I may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith I have been comforted of God. (2 Cor 1:4)

And I have had to transform myself through the renewing of my thoughts: I would like to be a minister; I am called to be a minister; I am working on becoming a minister; I am a minister elect; I AM A MINISTER of the Gospel of Jesus Christ!

And now I must admit I am still being transformed by the renewing of my thinking: The Vision.
Yeah, that one - way back in April.

It's time ya'll... it's 'bout time to begin. It's time to be about my Father's business. Just as prophecies are meant to be told, visions are meant to be lived...

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


Here are my hopes for my family, my friends and indeed all of mankind in the midst of today’s significance:

Whether you voted for “the guy” or not… No matter what your political party… No matter what your ethnicity or economic status or religious beliefs are… There is a particular and extremely significant significance to the events of today: The inauguration of our 44th President, Barack Obama.

And yes, part of it has to do with ethnicity – but only a part. And part of it has to do with economic status – but only a part. And again, some of it does have to do with religious belief – but only a part, and only perhaps for those who believe in God and in His Holy Word. And finally another small part does indeed have to do with our political parties.

I will start at the latter. You see, no matter whether you consider yourself Republican or Democrat, conservative or liberal, Independent, Moderate or other – there is no way Barack Obama could have been voted into office by just the Democrats alone. And with an 80+% approval rating – or some such thing – there is no way he could reach a number like that through just the Democrats alone. And so it seems his message of unifying the parties has already begun to come to fruition – and that is a fact that is significant. My hope is that it continues.

And you see, no matter what your ethnicity, race or nationality – there is no way Barack Obama could have been voted into office by just the African Americans, Hawaiians and citizens of Illinois all by themselves. And with that 80+% approval rating – or whatever it is – there is now way he could have reached those kinds of numbers with just the African Americans, Hawaiians and Illinois residents. And so it seems as if his message of unifying the American people regardless of ethnicity, race or nationality has already begun to come to fruition – and that is a fact that is extremely significant. My hope is that it continues.

And so, you see, no matter how much money you do or do not make, no matter how affected you are or are not by the current economic crisis, and no matter whether you might or might not be affected by any taxation changes Barack Obama may or may not make, approximately 80+% of Americans (no matter what their economic status is) have a hope that he will make significant changes to the current economy. And there is no way that number of 80+% - or something like that – could have been reached by just poor people with hope, unemployed people with hope or people who hope they won’t lose their houses. And since it seems that hope is very good for the economy – for example; hope can make the stock market soar and fear can make the stock market plummet – it seems as if his message of economic hope has already begun to come to fruition (at least if only in the hearts of the American people) – and that is very significant indeed. My hope is that his actions in office match the hope in many of our hearts.

And finally, you see, (for those of us who believe) that God does indeed ordain and/or choose the worlds leaders, that would have to include the “good” ones and the “bad” ones. The “bad” ones pave the way for the “good” ones and the “good” ones provide a foundation for the “bad” ones. One cannot be without the other preceding or following. And so whether you think the former administration was good or bad, and whether you think the new and current administration will be good or bad – the truth of the matter (to those of us who chose to believe) is that “ALL things work to the greater good of they that love the Lord.” And that is significantly significant indeed. My hope is that in all things – or at least 80+% (or somewhere around there) – Barack Obama (through the will of God) will succeed in all he hopes to do.

So whether he does or not, the significant significance of today is that I am included in about 80+% of the American people whose hope extends towards all mankind – whether you voted for the guy or not; no matter what your political party; no matter what your economic status; no matter what your ethnicity and no matter what your religious beliefs are or are not.

I wish you all happiness and hope and better days ahead for us all.

God bless you and may God continue to richly bless America.

© 2008 Deidre Campbell-Jones (aka – “Min. Dez”)

Sunday, January 4, 2009

New Year Update

So since my last post, announcing that I have accepted the call to preach, and teach and make disciples, the Lord has kept on calling...

- As of September 16 I began teaching at Union University Bible College each Tuesday evening.

- I will be in charge of the newsletter at the Family Church International, Pasadena CA - I will work on them naming and Editorial Department and me as director. :D

- I am also attending classes at the Bible College and, each class I teach; each message I give and all of my past ministry experience works towards the expediting of my ministers license to be administered this year.

- I have officially published my first booklet entitled "The Limitless Power of Faith" and expect to complete others soon. And the second (and far more beautiful) 2009 Destination "Limitless Faith" Calendar is now available!

My new Bishop and mentor has given me the "green light" to pursue speaking engagements outside of the church and I am diligently and passionately pursuing any and all ventures.

This endeavor works toward the goal and vision of my larger speaking engagement and book tour. So yes, it's time to get started on that first full book and get it published!

And, most importantly - the Lord has blessed me with spiritual gifts I did not expect and am so thrilled and overwhelmed by. Any day the Lord speaks is a very good day indeed!

With all that being said, I have also had the visions that I will pastor a church and that the ongoing and ultimate goals of my current ministry (destinationchristianservices.net) will also come to fruition.

As a minister on the roster at the Family Church International, Bishop Donnie Williams has given all of us the assignment to begin a home bible study. I, of course (and for now), have started a "To Your Home" Email Bible Study and will post the messages on a new blog entitled: getliferightnow.blogspot.com. To receive those bible studies and to become a part of the fellowshipping community of GetLifeRightNow, join our online congregation at: getliferightnow.ning.com. My hope and prayer is that these sites will be the forerunner for a future church as per my vision and a prophet's word from the Lord for my life.

Speaking schedules, events and to book an engagement will be found at: GetLifeRightNow.com

Until then, His Love & Your Blessings,
~ Minister Dez

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Destiny's Journey

Some journeys are well traveled roads. Common, familiar and easy. We cruise along the path oblivious to the process as we habitually turn each corner, climb each hill and break each slope. Only to arrive, blink and wonder how we managed without incident or memory of the trip.

This journey - my journey - is not like that. This journey is one of reluctance, hesitance, unsurity, insecurity and yes, a moderate amount of fear.

As I open the window for you to view my progress, you will undoubtedly come to your own conclusion based upon the progress of your own journey - and your observations will be varied.

Some might say that I am making slow but steady progress toward a clear destination. Others may say that I am floundering and wandering aimlessly down a muddy road with too many directions to choose from.

I say my journey has just begun, although it started more than 10 years ago. I say I still have such a long, long way to go, although I am teetering on the precipice of completion. I say the journey has made me weary, leery and weak, although I trudge on with a strength and endurance that is beyond me. I say the path is muddy, with many obstacles, directions and difficulties still yet to come. However, my destination is clear - crazy, unimaginable, overwhelming and clear.

When this path first appeared it was like a hazy, dirt road on a foggy day. I peered at it without knowing what it was or where it was going - then tried to ignore it as inconsequential. When the path persisted I joked as to where it might lead, then still tried to dismiss it as a path not meant for me.

It was years before the view of the path cleared and I was able to see the destination more clearly. It was absurd to think that the reality of where this path could end up would be in a place far more outlandish than even my most absurd imaginings! OK, maybe - just maybe this path ended up in a very good place - but a place still not meant for me. Definitely not me.

Why not me? Who else but me, since I was the only one to see? Please, Dear God, not me! Yes, me. This path was meant for me.

And so I watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Four - no five, has it already been five? Five years ago I accepted it. I stuck out a big toe like testing the cold water of a pool - then yanked my foot back like I so often would. I wrote about it, dreamed about it, and tried it on for size in the privacy of my dressing room of life. And by the way, I still watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Three - sorry, I forgot - Four years ago I made up my mind. I packed my bags, said good bye to the sanity and sanctuary of friends and family who always had thought they understood me, and I took my first hesitant and frightened step.

In these last four years I have walked, sometimes trotted, but never quite run toward a goal I think is crazy. I have stopped, I have even sat down and I have wistfully looked back to a time when I did not know and could not see what was meant for me.

But I will not stop. I packed my bags (all my baggage), and made up my mind. Armed with nothing but 2 scriptures and a great deal of hope, I continue to trudge on driven by the surity that if - just if - I happen to arrive at this awesome, fearsome destination, it will be extraordinary, phenomenal and inconceivably wonderful. This destination...

A destination, a journey to a place that is called destiny. My destiny. Destiny's purpose in life. My God given purpose.

Sometimes while we travel, we see another driver, glance in that direction and never take note or give them another thought. Perhaps that is how you will see me.

Sometimes we see another traveler and something catches our eye. We may watch a moment, muse a moment or even briefly wonder... Then they continue on their own separate way and thoughts of them fade as quickly as they do. Perhaps that will be how you see me.

Other times we get caught in traffic, bunched up with drivers because of fate. And whether we cruise along peacefully or struggle with road rage, we share a community of progress, each with our own destination. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

And on rare occasion on our own individual roads of life, we travel a path where we encounter another driver - seemingly traveling to the same basic place. At times they follow us and then we follow them. We may take note of who they are and what they drive - possibly even read a licence plate. We'll share a moment or even a long while - silently and separately together, with maybe a glance, a smile or a brief a wave of acknowledgement. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

I cannot say how long this path will be for me, so whether you glance and move on - never to take notice; or whether you wonder a moment at who I am and where I'm going; or whether you follow a while, smile and wave or better yet, if you decide to stay for the journey, I invite you to come along for the ride.

Please click on the "Stuff From Before" link to Destiny's Journey to make your comments.