I’m always super late at discovering music. Not that I have the hippest taste, but still, I’m late. I bought Rebecca St. James’ latest album when it came out back in, you know, 2011, and I’ve only just started really listening to it.
My favorite song on the album is called You Make Everything Beautiful. The lyrics below describe how I’m feeling lately:
Grant me serenity, Lord, and patience
For things will take time
Grant me freedom to walk a new path
And let me feel Your love
In my weakness You can shine
In Your strength I can fly
What I wanted to be when I grew up (side note: still don’t know when that actually happens):
- Actor — I’ve always been a bit dramatic. And that’s an understatement.
- Writer — Writing exclusively on a typewriter, preferably next to a fireplace, of course.
- Singer — And sometimes dancer, if necessary.
What I definitely never wanted to be:
- Banker — I hate money.
- Basketball Player — I hate basketball more than money. Sorry, Dad.
- Missionary — They’re pretty weird.
What God wants me to be:
He obviously has a sense of humor.
I did hard things today. One: I woke up super early on a Saturday. Two: I made a final resolution to part with about half of our material possessions (which is really a quarter, since we halved it the first time we spent an extended period of time in San Francisco). Three: I bargained with the people of South Florida (this was obviously the most harrowing.)
Even though I’m tired, a little sad and slightly sunburned, I’m satisfied. Happy weekend, friends! Tomorrow I shall rest.