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Spring Break

Yes, this is a blog post about spring break. Honestly, I wasn’t going to write about anything I’ve been doing, but then I saw all of my blogging friends posting about their breaks and I got a little jealous. (Silly, right? I thought so too.) Nevertheless, here I am. (Ta-da!)

Usually, when I post something here, it’s about something that I’ve been thinking about or wrestling with and pertains to mental/emotional/spiritual growth. Today, I just need to write so bear with me and I’m sure something profound will come up. (No seriously, it just might happen.)

So far, my spring break has consisted of two things: reading and practicing. Yes.

Reading
Practicing

Ah! Here’s the profound truth. Neither of these things are what I naturally want to do. I find them both rather tedious actually—at least in my current context. However, I’m reminded of a lesson that I learned a while ago about being faithful in the little things. As a writer/thinker, it’s needful for me to be filled and inspired by other writers/thinkers. As a musician, it’s very much needful for me to practice and rehearse scales, techniques, and compositions.

I’m sure many of you have heard the idea that if you are faithful in the little things that you will be entrusted with big things later. I heard it as a child and it sounds kind of silly stated in the abstract, but it’s so true. You have to keep the end result in mind. What do you want to do? Where do you want to eventually be? How are you working toward those goals?

A goal doesn’t have to be some hugely specific entity. It can be general—that’s ok. As you progress toward it, it will become more specific and refined. This is the process of life and it’s ok: take your time.

I’m not where I want to be. I know I want to be someone who is so filled with wisdom and encouragement that it naturally flows out of me to others in speaking, blogging, and poetry. I know I want to be a musician who exposes people to grace and the eternal qualities of God through high-quality musicianship. Both of these things mean that I will have to spend loads of time investing into activities that will equip me to live this way.

As a junior, soon to be senior, in university, I easily lose sight of these goals as I go about the daily grind. Spring break has been a chance to step back and refocus, reenergize, and rededicate myself to the dreams I’ve entertained for so long. I’ve found that my passion is not dead, my God is still faithful, and life is not my enemy.

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Can You Say “Unsettling”?

I had the strangest dream the other night. It was very disturbing; I woke up from the dream at 12:30 AM and started praying. I decided to share it with you here because I hope that talking about it will make me feel better. I changed the names of the people in my dream because they were all people I know and I figured it would be better for them to remain anonymous.

“I am riding piggyback on William (a friend)—we pass two other mutual friends. I jump off when we reach Bloom Coffee (a local coffee shop). I notice an SUV there with Jeremy (a high-profile, very important individual) inside. Matthew (a friend) (suddenly appearing) tells me to talk to Jessica (another friend). I walk up to a table outside of Bloom where Jessica is sitting and she tells me a story of how, in the midst of driving, she and the other people in her car witnessed demon-possessed animals on the freeway throwing themselves at her car (her car was hit by a small bird which splattered in a bloody mess on the windshield, the other animals could not keep up with the car). As she told the story, I saw it as though I were in the front passenger seat. The animals’ eyes were glowing unnaturally bright red—I noticed mainly deer. Matthew mentions that the other Hebrew students in her car believe that it is a sign of the end-times. Apparently, the school’s RAs were called off-campus to the scene in the aftermath of the event, and the school will be hosting the authorities the next day for them to conclude their meeting/investigation. I vaguely remember driving by (as a passenger) the police scene the night of the attack, not knowing at the time what had happened.”

Weird, am I right? Now for something completely different. I’ve been working on a song for my music theory class. It was a semester project and now that I’ve performed it in class and I’m on spring break, I’ve had some time on my hands to do a basic recording. I’m afraid the vocals are as good as they’re going to get right now since I don’t have a good microphone and a decent set of headphones for mixing, but it sounds pretty good for what it is. 🙂 With that said, the name of the song is “Frail.” Click here for the mp3!

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Imaginative Prayer

I was talking with Jesus today. I had before me a choice to focus on something evil and pleasurable or to turn and spend time with Jesus. I packed up my backpack, got up from my seat, and walked to the exit. Jesus closed the door behind me and we walked outside discussing life. Well, it was more like I was telling Him about my life.

I finally stopped speaking and asked Him where we were going. He asked me what I wanted to do. I told Him that I desired adventure, but when it came down to it, I was frustrated because I couldn’t think of anything to do. I could think of things that other friends had told me about, adventures they had experienced, but I was unable to come up with anything original. I couldn’t call any idea my own; hence, nothing I could think of really stirred the passions of my heart.

We were immediately transported to my mom’s house where Jesus showed me a prefabricated storage compartment that I had assembled the night before—one of those black, square wood compartments that is subdivided into nine smaller cubbies. Anyway, He then traced a diagonal pattern across the face of the compartment from the top left corner to the bottom right corner and from the top right corner to the bottom left corner so that it formed the shape of an “x.” Then He turned the “x” so that it looked more like a “+,” and He said, “Flip the box, turn the cross.”