Life is like a deck of cards. Fate is the dealer. I look at my stack of cards and wonder about a lot. Whatever the case, this is my lot and I must forge on to make the best of it. Sometimes it feels like I'm not trying hard enough. Is this my best....really? Or am I just too beaten to push?
I'm weak, weary and weathered. But there is a little voice inside, telling me I must go on. My work is not yet done. God has seen me to this crossroads, He will lead me the rest of the way. I have never travelled alone.
My prayers will give me strength, my tears will soften the path. I look up and smile. The dawn of a new day, a new era, a new life. I have my faith to keep me warm.
