Time to write again. Time to think again. To process this summer like I did a while back. My how things have changed since I wrote At Summer’s End two years ago. Let me throw it back a little bit. I was living alone having just returned from Honduras on a week long mission trip. I was about to start my second year of teaching high school Spanish which so far has been my best year ever. I was about to embark on a journey of musical discovery as I balanced studying Greek and Preaching for my master’s degree at New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary alongside of writing songs for my first EP. Oh yeah, and I was the head coach of a state level varsity swim team. Needless to say I was consumed with work. Needless to say I was pushing myself to new levels of work and efficiency. It might help to say that I was very single and extremely aware of it because my social group was small haha! But maybe I should say I was dying. I was thriving in the growth that I found in a new place to live with a solid Christian roommate, but I was dying inside because my life was burdened with too many passions and an acute loneliness. Too many passions. Ha, that’s me though. Some people don’t even have one, but I ended up with three or four haha. Well, that was two years ago. With that being said let’s bring that to the here and now.
Two years later I completed those courses, but I left seminary with much pain and frustration. Two years later I have made tons of new friends and have been on enough dates to know what I don’t want. Two years later I’ve left the swim team behind to pursue music as a passion and ministry. And that’s what this summer has been about. I called it the Summer of Sound. You see every summer since ’08 when I began to follow Jesus has been defined with the letter S in a certain mnemonic alliteration. Here they are in case you’re intrigued by that.
Summer of __________
Who knows what the next summer will bring? This summer tried me and revealed to me a lot of weaknesses I have in dating, in finances, and in my spiritual life. But also I learned about my strengths in relationships, in motivation to serve the Lord, and in creative pursuits and faith. I began to feel like I am one pilgrim amongst many in my city. I began to see my status as an exile on Earth and a citizen of heaven. The Lord spoke to me a few times this summer. Not necessarily audibly, but through moments of deep repentance and tears where I cried out, “I don’t trust You. Help me to trust You.” Kind of like the man in the book of Mark who says to Jesus, “I believe; help my unbelief!” Well that was me this summer. Preparing for the future. Reconciling and forgiving myself of the past. Anyways, this is where I sign off. I’ll let you know when my big album drops. I’m excited to see what the next two years have to offer!
Love you guys,