He Directs My Path
It's 12:29am, January 1, 2016, and Kandern is a bit of a war zone - before you panic, let me share that it's New Year's Day now, and at midnight, people you didn't even know lived here take to the streets to set off every form of firecracker, firework, and sparkler imaginable, in the streets, backyards, and hills. So it's to that soundtrack that I write. I didn't want to miss the opportunity to reflect and thank God for the year this has been. There are the usual things that feel as though they were left incomplete, or the desires that feel unmet (the seemingly endless wait is so hard). I'd love to have logged more practice hours and written better lesson plans, or gotten in better shape. But as the clock struck 12, and the church bells around town began to peal madly there was an undeniable sense of hope, and even more than that, trust. So this isn't a post listing resolutions for the new year...I'm still deciding on those. It's an affirmatio...