Sometimes we get lost in the routine of our life. Then something happens and we see that the path we walk doesn’t fit us anymore. And that is the time we have to choose the path we fear but we know for a long time that it is the right path.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.