Step by Step

     Life is a busy thing. I used to think I was so busy back when I was 3. Mom had me reading Little House in the Prairie and speaking Spanish numbers and signing the alphabet by the time I turned 4. I knew my address, phone number, and could tell you how good frosting tastes depending on how much milk you add. From there, Mom eased off and I started violin at 5 and piano at 6. Harp I couldn't start till I turned 10 because my fingers were too small. I got baptized at 12 and went on a mission trip at 14 which started a chain of one mission trip a year for the past 5 years now. Not because I had to but because the opportunity presented itself, each time in a different way. God provides opportunities constantly. We just have to decide whether to take that step.

     When I came back from Capernwray, end of June, I had almost 3 months of total rest. It was uncanny. I came back ready to begin life again and God put me on hold. I'd been going, going, going ever since I was little and Capernwray had been my last goal, my finale of school and everything I dreamed about. July, August and half of September went by. Literally everything that I had planned to do when I got back (which was not a ton) fell through and I was left with myself and I. And God. He woke me up in August to actually seeing and enjoying the brilliant plan he had for me at this time. To rest. There are many ways to rest. I rested by playing Christmas songs on the harp, reading His word, praying, going on walks, spending time with my family, and seeing friends. That still left a lot of time though after going through the list. It drove my brain crazy but it was good. I settled. And then....I got a job. And started a very Christian:) art school. And got another job. And started taking singing lessons for fun on top of piano lessons. While still playing the harp because I have 2 hour long events I play at (it's at a tea house!). In the past 2 months, God has helped me take each step. Slowly getting back into the life of being busy while still having time for Him. It's not always easy. But it reminds me of a song, David Crowder, "Waves of Mercy".

Every step I take 

I take for you 

You make me move 

Jesus

Every step I take

 I take for you

Another step I've taken again is working on my audio drama from 2017. Right now it's in the works of adding sound effects. Tonight Dad came rushing into the office. "Who's screaming?" He demanded. Since I had been listening to different females horrifying screams for the past 3 minutes, I was surprised he hadn't burst in sooner. Great protection. 

Well, it's late. 9:30 p.m. is late for me. If I keep writing, I think this will turn into less sense than the mush it already is. And you know if I keep writing, I'll write something really dumb.

Hahaha, speaking of that... my boss had me label the dumpster broom and dust pan and she printed out on nice laminated labels - "dumbster". Notice the b instead of the p? Big difference. I had to think of something really sad at that moment or I would have burst out laughing. Though she would have probably thought it funny too...I don't know her that well. Goodnight!