i need some emily dickinson today.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Lord,
i entrust my career path into your hands.
i surrender all my rights back to you.
Show me your ways clearly,
Guide me into your direction,
speak to me if CFA is in your will and plan.
The wind may have blown me endlessly,
But, lord keep me rooted in your fields.
I may not be able to see the works of your hands now.
All i know...
all good things will bestow children who truly loves you,
your ways are far beyond my desires and thoughts.
And i'm just contented to know that.
Thank you, Lord.
Amen!
