Reflective Thoughts by Chandra Adams

This morning it was a single word in my email subject line draws me to itself like a bee to honey. Trailblazer.  Over the last decade I've been referred to as a Trailblazer by many. I have even found solace in the ability to put words to my innate nature that is passionate about creating and facilitating change. Some say I'm a natural born leader. That description of me never seemed to fit or settle in as my truth. In fact, evidence seemed to confirm the opposite, I had no "followers" (Mary Kay, Young Living Oils, other MLM ventures I engaged in). Okay, I may have had one here and there. This truth is paramount... more on it later. I recently heard a Sunday morning message on the difference between a natural born leader, and a transitional leader. That principle resonated far more with my inner self. Transition. A period of time, a season. After all, I am a Chaplain. A person of faith who provides pastoral care to those who are in a place, or time, that doesn&

I recently relocated to Houston, and returned to the place of worship where much of my spiritual foundation was developed. I hadn't yet settled into being back, but I certainly was delighted to be in "the house".  It's a familiar place, filled with fond memories, growth rings, and good people. The atmosphere is sweet, filled with love and peace. My spiritual father no longer sits in that end seat on the front row, he's been raised up with Christ and and finds his seat with Jesus. There are new faces all around. There are friends whom I haven't seen in years. It seems I may have been the only one whose aged. But then my eyes catch the faces of the few. The ones who share the memory of the most grueling, yet amazing year of their life, at the feet of Dusty in the School of Ministry. These are those. The ones you'll never forget and those who wouldn't just go through the fiery furnace with you, they'd dust your feet off when you stepped out unscat