A wise woman gave me words of truth this morning. It sounded like poetry, so I turned it into a poem.
The future is like a river that goes where it wants to go.
Whether its on our map or not, water flows where it wants to flow.
We can try to plan 1 month, 1 year, 1 decade from now.
Ah the illusion of control!
With a river's turns and rapids, it's a wonder my boat doesn't roll.
I'm awed by all the bends I never did foresee.
My grand plans could be wiped away, so I might as well rest at ease.
We don't know what a day may bring. How scary! How exciting! How fun!
Today, right now, a miracle--we truly just have one.
Thank you wise woman for a much-needed reminder that I'm not in control.