Future like a River

A wise woman gave me words of truth this morning. It sounded like poetry, so I turned it into a poem.

The future is like a river that goes where it wants to go.

Whether its on our map or not, water flows where it wants to flow.

We can try to plan 1 month, 1 year, 1 decade from now.

Ah the illusion of control!

With a river's turns and rapids, it's a wonder my boat doesn't roll.

I'm awed by all the bends I never did foresee.

My grand plans could be wiped away, so I might as well rest at ease.

We don't know what a day may bring. How scary! How exciting! How fun!

Today, right now, a miracle--we truly just have one.

Thank you wise woman for a much-needed reminder that I'm not in control.