When we visited Lake Superior I felt sad for just a moment.Once I thought I would never leave, but I ended up so far from my beautiful lakes.
Then I thought about leaving home and going to university and scholarships and then travels, and how I met Kris, I am convinced that God Himself had a hand in all of that.
It was very complicated, but very kind.
The years of man are the looms of God
let down from their place from the sun;
Wherein we all are weaving
till the mystic web is done;
Weaving blindly but weaving surely
each for himself his fate;
We cannot see how the right side looks, we can only weave and wait.
