Will of the Wind

I am a feather at the mercy of the will of the wind. Being blown where the direction of the wind takes, I have no power to go where I wish to go. When I put up the least bit of a fight, I become ruffled, broken even.

The wind is God. He directs me where to go, holding my hand. I have nothing to fear.

God's Purpose

Life has a different meaning to me now, that is, just going through each day with the hope that I have been able to do what God asked me to.

I did crazy things today, and I did good as well, but I can't possibly say that I am happy. I am not happy, because things are not going well. But I am happy deep inside because I know I'm almost there.