What we are is God's gift to us.

In the midst of confusion and nearly crying over the frustration of having to decide the rest of my life by choosing my college schedule, and in a sudden flash of perhaps divine inspiration (during a written prayer for showing me what to do) I wrote the following:

To each of us You give our own unknown. You know each of our paths of life the best,Transforming our heart into your ownIn ways you know we will be blessed.I never would have guessedYour throneCould have been reached through ways you’ve shown,But faithful walk of life remains my test.


What we possess is nothing in Your eyes.We live in darkness that we think to be the light.We feel our way, and we like blind men riseTo fall away again; it is our blightTo think our flight a glorious fight.To think we’re wiseBelieving easy lovely liesWhich tell us that our blood-stained clothes are white.


Thus nothing good can be apart from You.And thus we must accept the hand we’re given.And know that we’ll be carried throughAll lies by which we’re driven,And our blood-stained clothes are white because we’re forgiven:Because of You.And not to us the glory’s dueBecause, apart from You, we’re just relivingPast mistakes; Through which we’re shown:To each of us You give his own.

I found this illustration and I think it's really fitting.

--E.A.