I've been creatively stagnant. I teach, study Victorian literature, talk about biodegradable wedding dinnerware, play music with kids, and drive - drive like the wind... a lot. And I'm in love. I'm getting married. I'm growing up. I'm changing and staying the same - such a contradiction. There's so much goodness hanging onto my shoulders that at times, I feel like I have a steady companion that I don't have time for. He's a tiny little badger called grace. I don't have the words or the ways to respond adequately to all this grace that I'm carrying. I need an outlet. There's a growing piece of something in me, and I need to give it a name. So I'm going to write more.
The purpose of this blog is to hold a mirror up to God's love - to write my little wonderings in response to his big words, his big heart, his big grace. I've got this girl who comes straight from the hands of Jesus. I've got this gospel that's all about redemption. I've got this youth group that lives mighty fierce. And I've got an itch to make something beautiful out of all this. Some days I want to write children's books, and some days I want to be a travel journalist. All days I want to be a husband and a friend and a disciple. Maybe I'll write about the hurdles of house hunting for 24 year olds during an economic down turn. Maybe I'll write a book of haikus. Or maybe I'll just write my vows... late into the night... over and over.
Many moments of life have been wasted by me not responding to the beauty of Jesus. And I'm so thankful that he has made such a something out of our nothingness. Life and love, ex nihilo. Now the question is, how can I bring Him glory. I've got a little life, and a little voice, and lots of running around to do. I want it to count.
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