To Journey

It's a Tuesday. It's a bit dreary outside but it was raining and we were playing badminton and I didn't care. Mat Kearney's music is in my headphones now and I'm enjoying sitting and listening to French class in the other room.

Life is full of good. I think I make it seem a lot worse than it actually is sometimes.

I recently just hung a world map in my room and the side wall. It's gigantic, and colorful, and lights up every part of the world that God has given to us. I think we get so close-minded and wrapped up in our own lives. It's not a bad thing, but I guess it's good to see perspective and have goals to see the world and care for it the best way we can.

My guitar is underneath the map in this picture, and next to an old mandolin from my grandparents house in Missouri. I had planned to learn to play it, but when I took it to a music shop, they basically said it was better as "wall art". Oh well. . .

Sometimes, I just want to take my guitar and go alone to the other side of the world, hide in the mountains and create and play music for the Lord. That's all I want to do. Maybe I'd get lonely without other people, maybe I'd miss out on other life experiences. But sometimes, I just want to praise God all the time, no stopping, and travel different places to see His creation.

Though that might be ideal, and something that I want to do, I'm grateful for everything in my life now. I can't even express how thankful I am for the people He's placed in my life, how He's changing my heart into the daughter He wants me to be.

If I never get to pack up my guitar and move to the mountains and create music for God someday, here and the now I'll still be searching for the truths and wanting to make music and continuing to fight the battle of brokenness in this world. And have hope that He's redeeming.