I was checking out my Twitter account one day, when Leslie posed the question, “Do you believe in fate?” I responded without a second thought, “I do. I believe somewhere between taking action and letting go, fate steps in.”

I know this type of question can spark all types of thoughts, conversation and debate over whether what happens to us is predetermined or if it’s a random chain of events. Yet many of us search for a sense of purpose and meaning in our lives. In high school, I was active in my church’s youth group. I recall having a similar discussion about this with my friends and our minister, Chuck. Chuck challenged us to think. He didn’t spoon feed us answers he wanted us to believe… but rather, he challenged us to search our own hearts and find the truth within. Such a valuable lesson to teach young, impressionable minds. Because, at least in my case, the spiritual journey continues.

We put a lot of different labels on God and what/who that is. Sometimes I use the word “universe” to describe the force I sense is at play in the midst of our daily activities. It’s just a word. As a writer, clearly, I love words. But sometimes words can’t do justice or even begin to explain what’s going on beneath the surface of our five senses.

I have experienced some painful and confusing crossroads in my life. And each time, I have reached a point where I have to let go. (Let go, not give up. There’s a difference.)

When I let go, I move forward with no guarantee for the future. It’s a dance that requires feeling the rhythm, not controlling the steps.  But eventually, I get into the groove, the flow, and that’s where all the magic happens.

I explore the idea of fate a little further in my latest column over at Hybrid Mom. Click here to read it.