I got caught between Summer and Fall's loud argument on my run today, as the summer sun singed my skin and the fall breeze tousled my hair. Summer is like that crazy aunt who won't leave when the party is clearly over. And the entire universe is getting sick of pleasantries and manners. Fall is about to take its predecessor's spotlight, and I was running through the midst of the awkward and marvelous conversation. And I don't like confrontation, but something about saying one final good-bye to heat and sweat, while simultaneously greeting the fall's cool temperatures was nothing like the usual disagreements I generally ignore. So I ran through the seasons' quarrel and John Piper was getting passionate. I smiled as the pain my stomach from the numerous potato chips I regretfully consumed the night before while camping subsided. I smiled because my miles to go were dwindling. I smiled because Fall was clearly winning this dispute I was caught between. I smiled ...
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I weren't a music major. What I would do with those two extra hours a day. How much more fun would I have? How much LESS stressed would I be every day of the year?! How many dumb music jokes would I be spared from listening to????? And summers, dear Lord...summers would NOT involve practicing piano. Man, if I weren't about to be a senior and hadn't already put hundreds of hours into this "senior recital" thing, I would be seriously tempted to abandon it all and just move to Boston, quite possibly giving that music department a finger they may be offended by. Kiiiiidding. Secretaries can't say that. I should be practicing right now. I have this schedule of things to memorize each week but there's this one song I hate and always leave until the end and by then I have no motivation and by that time my legs are stuck to the piano bench and getting up rips a layer of skin off and then I bang on the key...
Thank You for the confusion, because it pushes me to rely on Your wisdom. Thank you for pain, because it helps me realize that I don’t belong here. Thank You for occasional loneliness, because through it I find where my true belonging lies. Thank You for fail days, because they break my pride and keep me feeling. Thank You for the unknown, because of it I pursue the One thing my heart longs to know. Thank You for frustration, because it makes me play the piano harder, run faster, and push myself farther than I thought I could go. Thank You that even if I have nothing: no friends, no family, no money, nothing--I have intimacy with You. And that is plenty. Thank You that I DO have friends, family, money, a great school, music, piano students, and a body that can run pretty far. They are all undeserved blessings, all extra. May I never forget these things. Thank You for people that everyone calls annoying. They help me realize where my patience level really is, and keep me laughing when I...
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