Nothing

Sometimes,

In the winter of our lives

There is barrenness,

When the leaves wither...

But that is only for a season.

(Unless you're dead, that is)

Sometimes there is no growth,

No fresh flowers,

Nothingness,

But that is not permanent.

Thank God there is

The promise of spring!

But for now...

...got to get through winter...

uncertain

I am moving and I am not yet 100% where, nor am I 100% sure what I will be doing. I just know I will be working.

When I moved to the US, seventeen years ago, all I knew was: I am going to teach in Texas, and that was good enough. No promise of employment (written or oral)--- just the possibility of work! So now as I plan to move west to California, where the job market is bleak, but mountains and oceans abound--- I am tickled pink at the possibilities.... impossibilities.

Because one thing is certain, God is with me!