What about tomorrow?

I give up trying to put a picture on my profile. Who wants pictures of themselves posted on the internet anyways? I have some of my mom's internet paranoia, I guess.
So, I really really have enjoyed reading blogs lately. And xangas. I think I'll have to start a xanga soon so I can comment on those. I love reading about how my friends all over the place are doing.
I think I am going to get more serious about my blogging this fall. With the Stoneys and Butlers gone I will be more lonely in PG this fall. I am dreading it actually. But trusting that I am not alone. I think reading blogs and writing blogs will help me feel less alone.
At church (in Twillingate, the ultimate bay church) last Sunday night we sang a song that I didn't know. I am not sure if it was an old song, or just one that I didn't know. Anyways, it had that old-out-around-the-bay-went-fishing-today feeling to it. And it had some really comforting lyrics. I don't remember them all, but here are some:

I don't know about tomorrow, I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow and I know who holds my hand
The one who feeds the sparrow is the one who stands by me
His presence goes before me and I'm covered with His blood