| Of tickets to trains that lead to everywhere.
Let it go, Let it roll
right off your shoulder Don't you know The hardest part is over.
Let it
in, Let your clarity define you In the end We will only just remember how it
feels…
The Blechy Test to end all Tests is the day after tomorrow
for me. I’m leaving
tomorrow morning to
stay in the town where it is… cuz it’s a million miles away.
For those of you who don’t know… I am taking
the NCLEX-RN, in order to
be an actual licensed nurse. Now, while this test actually really scares
the
bejebezes (keep in mind, “bejebeses” is actually not a real word, and every
time
you use it, you must spell it differently. Those are the rules) out of me… I’m
trying to
have this thing called faith. Not in
myself, mind you. If I had faith in
myself… I would never pass.
Our lives are made In these small hours These little wonders, These twists
& turns of fate
Time falls away, But these small hours, These small hours
still remain…
No, you see. I have
faith in the One who brought me this far for some reason.
I’d like to say He carried me… but some days
it was more like dragging me kicking
and screaming. Te hee.
Most days I don’t even know if this is what I’m supposed
to do with my
life… but the Captain can’t use the rudder to a ship unless it’s
moving. So here I am.
Moving forward… waiting to see where the Captain is
going to take me!! Yahu yahu.
It’s tricky business, wondering where you’re going
to go.
Let it slide, Let your troubles fall behind you Let it shine Until you feel it
all around you…
And I don't mind If it's
me you need to turn to We'll get by, It's the heart that really
matters in the
end…
Sometimes when I’m scared of my wide open future, the words
of this song get
stuck in my head… “Let it go… let it roll off your shoulder…
the hardest part is
over…” The hardest
part, as Christians, is thankfully something that we’ll never
have to face. Instead of death… we get a bucketful of grace filled
to the top every
morning. And whatever
it is, whether it is that job interview… that challenging class…
that difficult
relationship… those heart wounds from the past… or the NCLEX…
our job is to
work hard. But mostly to remember, the
hardest part is over.
Time falls away, But these small hours, These little wonders still remain. |
