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Tuesday, February 10, 2004

I got to ride my horse KO today!! It made me so happy. He was in frisky prancey mode cause with all the nasty weather its been weeks since i've ridden him. Not to mention the weather was pretty nice today.

My school is so insane, we listened to one teacher rant about how bad the school is right now and how the teachers are going to revolt for a hour and a half. She also told us to "go hang a goose on a telephone wire." Hm...I think she's truely gone nuts this time.

It kinda scary thinking about college next year. Some sophmore said something about the seniors today and I had to stop and let it sink in that yes I am a senior. Its freaky thinking about moving on to the next stage of life, the unknown. Going to a place where I know no one to study for a career that I have not decided on. It will be a good change in some ways, but wow, it'll definetly be a shock. I think I might feel better if I know where I was going, but its so darn hard to decide. I mean, I have no clue where i want to go, what I want to do, or anything. It's like being lost but when you stop for directions you don't even know where to ask for the directions too. And this is when I'm reminded that I have to rely on God. It so hard though; I don't like to not be in control of things. Stepping back and just trusting God on all these important desicions is so hard, but it is so soothing. God knows what's best for me much better than I ever can. All I can say is "Help my unbelief cause there is no way I can trust you on my own."

"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 chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me."
-Emily Dickinson

Yes, I know I've been quoting Dickinson alot. No, she is not my favorite poet but her stuff can be fun to read.
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