Whenever I need to put together an application, I have to rework my CV. Although tedious at times, I sometimes can't help but get a satisfied little smirk in my heart at all of my accomplishments, when, for a brief moment, I forget the fact that there are millions of CVs out there that look way more impressive than mine, or the fact that it is really a host of people in my life that made these even possible. The fun part of the reworking process is trying to get your CV to sound as epic as possible.
During one of these reworking sessions, I had a sudden thought. What if all of this is taken away from me in an instant? What if I suddenly became blind, deaf, and mute? What if I could no longer think, read, or write? Where would I find my worth? Would my hope in God remain steadfast? Would he still be my ultimate treasure?
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down
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