Saturday, January 10, 2009 12:53 PM
be thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight
Arrows have never been emblazoned in neon colors on my maps. There was always an absence of breadcrumbs on seemingly important crossroads. And the voice on the GPS system? It becomes quiet when traffic is at its worst.
The world of aggression was weighed upon this shoulders and it was presented not very differently in that sense.
There were sympathetic pats on shoulders, repeat of verses (to convince, not console), and most embarrassingly, red noses and swollen eyes. Perhaps I didn't know it back then but not asking for a reassignment was the best thing I did despite seeing the comfort at which all else enjoyed.
This only brings to light that Hindsight has been instrumental in seeing that You still work with and for me.
great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
still be thou my vision, O Ruler of all
For the sake of brevity, this is all You.
Thank You.
minx wrote at12:53 PM
