So today I decided to go through boxes of documents shipped to me from the US. I had initially dreaded the task of sifting through books and papers and having to "perform" the task of deciding what to do with what. To my surpise, however, I loved the exercise. I was taken through years of personal development/growth, moving from high school documents stamped with the text BAYARD RUSTIN HIGH SCHOOL FOR THE HUMANITES, 351 W. 18 ST, NY NY .... , the infamous NYC Board of Education/ U.A.P.C. Report of Absences card (though I always provided reason! lol), high school class projects and year book. My emotions heightened at the sight of the letter every recent high school grad dreads but looks forward to receiving...
"Dear Ms. Annan,
Congratulations! On behalf of our faculty and administration, I am pleased to offer you an opportunity to study at Baruch College for the fall 2001 semester... "
How incredible that moment was! I didn't realize how great it was to re-live those moments. The exercise brought me into close contact with some of my passions, i.e. art and writing, hence my sudden interest in reviving this blog, once again.
I thought it would be nice to break my one-year hiatus with something inspiring I stumbled upon during the exercise today. Here you go...
THERE IS A REASON FOR EVERYTHING
By Helen Steiner Rice
Our Father knows what’s best for us, so why should we complain
We always want the sunshine, but He knows there must be rain
We love the sound of laughter and the merriment of cheer,
But our hearts would lose their tenderness if we never shed a tear
Our Father tests us often with suffering and with sorrow.
He tests us, not to punish us, but to help us meet tomorrow
For growing trees and strengthened when they withstand the storm,
And the sharp cut of the chisel gives the marble grace and form
God never hurts us needlessly, and He never wastes our pain,
For every loss he sends us, is followed by rich gain …
And when we count the blessings that God has so freely sent,
We will find no cause for murmuring and no time to lament
For our Father loves His children, and to Him all things are plain,
So He never sends us pleasures when the soul’s deep need is pain…
So whenever we are troubled and when everything goes wrong
It is just God working in us, to make our spirit strong