When the dream dies and all hope is lost, I find I must at last fling my cares onto God. For only He has the strength, wit, and wisdom to direct my path. Only He knows whether the dream is truely dead, whether hope is completely lost. Only God almighty knows the paths I should walk...but He has revealed to where that path will lead.

God, Father, direct my path, comfort my soul, and allow me to walk in your will. I commend my hopes and dreams into your hands...


She filed.