Grown Ups

Men. Women. Adults, they say. Travel to work each morning, hiding the small child inside of them. In reality, most are but mere adolescents or elementary students. Not in thought. Not in intelligence. Not really in actions, although some. But in heart.
The group of 3rd graders running through the hall to see who can get to the lunch line the fastest. However, a teacher standing in her doorway brings them to a brisk walk, sometimes halts them to a walk slower than the average. These people, not changed when they step into a vehicle. All trying to proceed to the next greatest challenge at work to make the most cheese. Speeding thoroughly on the highway to make it on time. To get there early. Yet, the 3rd grade teacher, now dressed in white and blue stationed in a police car snuggled into the median of the highway brings the whole hallway of trucks and cars to a steady trail of law-abiding citizens.
The student, workers, drag into their classrooms called conference rooms. Sluggishly, wishing the weekend was twice as long. They listen intently to their teachers called bosses, trying to grasp every work and annotate everything properly, so that they can pass the test where they're given a leadership role, or have their reviews. Daily, weekly, monthly, each student worker hopes to please the person above them, so they can get good grades called paychecks.
At the end of the day, at the end of the week, they return home to their place of safety. Where they can sit with the people they love most and find joy and comfort.
Yes, these students have many faces for each class they attend, each friend they talk to, each new challenge they face.
Embrace the child in your heart. Listen to your conscience, not questioning it. Let the innocence of your childhood remind you of morals that once used to abide. Realize that there are many things that have changed, yet, much has remained.

Myriad of Sentiments

It's been far too long for comfort since I've blogged. For those who care, I'm going to write a few updates in my life since I've been absent.

First of all, I'm married. Yes, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me outside of Jesus. She's amazing. Incredible. The best thing that ever happened to me. I love her. She's my best friend, and I love being with her all the time. It's amazing to KNOW that you're in God's will. He is pleased, for sure. The whole engagement process was incredible, too. Sometimes people have insane problems during this time. However, for us, it was amazing. Marriage is AWESOME. It's so much fun living with another person. Getting ready. Going running. Making dinner (aka, learning to cook together lol). It's simply a blast. To those that are dating, engaged, not yet dating, etc...it's worth it to wait for marriage. Don't rush God's plan. He has a specific time line for you. Let Him do His job. :)
Shout out to Evelyn, who rocked a 5:30am run with me this morning AND made an incredible dinner last night. Love you. :)

Secondly, I've been writing songs recently. I do plan on recording again. An acoustic album. I'm very excited for this. I feel like God has been giving me lyrics and the creative spark to form these into songs. The enemy continuously tries to fill my mind with doubts, discouragements, lies and confusion. Honestly, it's a battle to write sometimes. Thoughts of whether or not my message will be accepted. Will it be good enough? Why would I wonder if it'll be good enough? That's not God's will. He has a message that He wants to portray through me, and that's all that matters. I just have to carry this out. Encouragement is welcome.

Thirdly, I've really been thinking the idea of discipleship. A good friend of mine had a good quote. He said "If you don't set yourself up to be discipled, don't whine when you get overlooked".  At first sounding slightly harsh, I began to dwell on this. This was an incredible thought. If I set myself up to be discipled, then I will be discipled. How do I do this. Well, I must trust the person discipling me. Whether it's my pastor, my youth pastor, or my accountability partner, I must LET them disciple me. I have to put forth EFFORT to be discipled. Jesus' disciples dropped everything to follow Him. Granted, the people that mentor me aren't Jesus in the physical form, it's the person/people Jesus has placed in my life for a specific purpose. When I deny those that mentor me their right to correct me or lead me, I deny myself the opportunity to grow in Christ. What I'm understanding is that I MUST be open and transparent and allow my leaders...to lead me. That's all.

The end. Sorry for the randomness. Just had to get all that out. :)