etch-a-sketch.

Each time I think I know...

It just seems as though I am taking one step forward, and then two steps back. Each time a door opens, it shuts. Any plan I begin to make is shaken vigorously until it falls away.

I still do not know what tomorrow holds, nor do I have any clue where I am supposed to be. However, in packing (for a tentative destination), I found a poem that a dear friend gave me. It seems wildly appropriate and was wonderfully refreshing to read.

Enjoy!

My Lord God

I have no idea where I am going.

I do not see the road ahead of me.

I cannot know for certain where it will end.

Nor do I really know myself,

and the fact that I

think I am following Your will

does not mean that

I am actually doing so.

But I believe the desire to please You

does, in fact, please You.

And I hope that I have that desire

in all that I am doing.

I hope that I will never do anything

apart from that desire.

And I know that if I do this

You will lead me by the right road,

though I may know nothing about it.

Therefore, I will trust You always,

though I may be lost

and in the shadow of death.

I will not fear,

for You are ever with me, here...

and you will never leave me

to face my perils alone.

[thomas merton]