Sunday Post.

If you know me well, you most likely know that this year has rocked the ole' boat a little bit. Four jobs, two apartments, one death, one road trip, two boyfriends, one GRE test, one trip to DC, and roughly 624 tears later, I have arrived to the end of May again at last. This time last year I was preparing to go on the Ethel trip, and as I wrote was excited to, "search, grow, and love." Well, in the last year I have done plenty of all these, I am happy to say.

But yes. This has been a year of riotous change. Which may explain the 624 tears (roughly) and the fact that at least one or two of them always get shed when I sing the song below. The director of my choir is an incredibly talented composer and this is his latest piece, recently translated from a German poem. I have found the words comforting as I reel and rock from all the changes. And after all, it is Sunday. Enjoy!

"Be Still, My Soul" arr. Michael Cox

Be still, my soul! The Lord is on your side: Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain; Leave to your God to order and provide; In every change he faithful will remain.

Be still, my soul! Your best, your heavenly friend thro' thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still my soul! Your God will undertake To guide the future as he has in the past; Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last.

Be still my soul! The waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.

Be still my soul! The hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord, When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone; Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.

Be still my soul! When change and tears are past, All safe and blest, all safe and blest, all safe and blest, We shall meet at last.

Text: Katherina A. vin Schegel, 1752