The last few days have made me-stronger, lonelier. I lost a friend in a car crash. He was my age, handsome, cheerful, loyal and was the only family-friend i really got along with. With him, I didn't have to force a grin at a boring party. He understood what it was like to be a teenager. But now next time I attend another family get-together, I know he would not be there.
Their are two kinds of plans- one that we make for ourselves and the other that God makes for us. Only one out of the two is successful and that plan is never ours.
No matter what I think I will be or who I will be, the future is not in my hands. So I must live in the present. We all must.
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. But today is a gift and that is why it's called present.