
Image courtesy Lisa Ruokis
So, my friends, here’s my adventure right now: starting to process the ending of this adventure, and the starting of a new one. Seizing “lasts” as they trickle through a quick-moving sand clock. Grabbing friends for dinner and despairing the thousands of miles that will soon lie between us, while at the same time yearning for those friends and family I left back home.
And this: thinking, hard, about why I’m writing here, and how I write, and my purpose at this and my long term goals, and how I might connect and work with other bloggers and—
It’s been a little, well, mentally exhausting.
I’ve got some dreams taking shape for this blog as we move back home. I’ve got tender projects simmering on the burners, and I’m excited to share them with you. In ways pursuing your calling is a MUCH BIGGER RISK than any international move. It is your hopes and dreams, your identity, your sense of self, put out there in little bouquets for passersby. And it’s scary and exhilarating to be trying.
I’m going to be posting in the next few weeks, but less, to give myself for the new things that are taking flight.
What are your dreams today? What adventure are you embarking on? And how is God leading you to call your songs out into the wild, free air?
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