Sometimes seasons come and go, without us realizing them.
A new season has begun this April.
I find myself holding new responsibilities, having tenacity on the ones I've had
And most of all, having a glimpse on what is to come.
I'm not ready for these new responsibilities or what is to come.
It is strange to hear the quavering of my own voice.
I laugh at how nervous I really am inside.
But I do know one thing.
He's in charge. Not me.
And for that certainty, I have a peace in me. Somewhere.
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