The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months!" ~Edward Payson Powell
The possibilities of next year are endless. Whatever really happens, thought, is unknown to me. So many things could happen between this year and the next. I could get accepted to a certain college. I could form new and great relationships. I could have great oppurtunities. This could be my best year. This could be my worst year. What will happen? Only God knows. As long as I don't plan my life, but surrender my life to let God plan it, I trust that this year will be fufilling in whatever way God intends it. Whatever happens, whoevr comes into my life, whoever comes out of my life, whatever problem I face, whatever obstacle I must jump, whatever path I take, I will always be...
HoldingHisRightHand
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