i finally got to sit in my room today.
with a closed door.
my own music.
it was beautiful, because it was still.
i work at a camp called passport as a director and it blows my mind in every way. its exhausting, but its beautiful. in the weirdest of ways, its healing, but i suppose thats because i want it to be. because i am at a place where i hope it will be.
its been a long time since ive been in a leadership position from the front. ive taken jobs that serve from beneath and below, and now im in charge. im learning & relearning a lot. ive realized what fuels my beliefs & ive found my voice again. its really nice.
i love to pray. i forgot that. or squelched it, im not sure. stifled, strangled, or lost, it has been found again. i pray in front of campers on a daily basis & it has reminded me that i like pray. that God listens. and that its not in vain.
i guess thats it, if you can call it that. i still love my music. im still on hiatus from my life. but im doing just fine & im grateful for that.
