Hey,
\n\tIt’s been a long, dreamy summer since I was on a farm somewhere in
\nIllinois. Very little is the same since then, especially me, I guess.
\nAnyways, here I am, staring down at a new landscape from a familiar old rocky
\nface. From this mountain top, I’ve seen the sun rise and the sun set during
\nthis year. I’ve sung about the resurrection of my Savior here and I’ve seen
\nthe night sky light up above and below me. From here, I can see the church
\nwhere I saw one of my main inspirations speak and sing and praise the Lord
\nonly months before his unexpected death. I see a county where I spent the
\nfirst ten years of my life and I see another county where I spent the second
\nten years of my life, and I can’t call either of them home anymore. That’s
\nneither here nor there.<\/p>\n
\tDuring the month of August, I gained about 2,000 miles on the road
\nas I drove across the Southeast for important meetings with important people.
\nThat’s a lot of driving. Would I trade in any of that travel for the memories
\nI have? Baseball on a steamy night in Chattanooga. Hawaiian dinner in
\nNashville. Champaigne and dancing at a wedding in Ocala. Conversations by
\ncandlelight at 3AM in Savannah. Not one mile, buster.<\/p>\n
Sometimes By Step
\nSometimes the night was beautiful
\nSometimes the sky was so far away
\nSometimes it seemed to stoop so close
\nYou could touch it but your heart would break
\nSometimes the morning came too soon
\nSometimes the day could be so hot
\nThere was so much work left to do
\nBut so much You’d already done <\/p>\n
Oh God, You are my God
\nAnd I will ever praise You
\nOh God, You are my God
\nAnd I will ever praise You <\/p>\n
I will seek You in the morning
\nAnd I will learn to walk in Your ways
\n And step by step You’ll lead me
\nAnd I will follow You all of my days <\/p>\n
Sometimes I think of Abraham
\nHow one star he saw had been lit for me
\nHe was a stranger in this land
\nAnd I am that, no less than he
\nAnd on this road to righteousness
\nSometimes the climb can be so steep
\nI may falter in my steps
\nBut never beyond Your reach <\/p>\n
Oh God, You are my God
\nAnd I will ever praise You
\nOh God, You are my God
\nAnd I will ever praise You
\nI will seek You in the morning
\nAnd I will learn to walk in Your ways
\nAnd step by step You’ll lead me
\nAnd I will follow You all of my days
\n(Rich Mullins, Beaker)<\/p>\n
\tNow, the end is about to begin. Life as I know it won’t be the
\nsame in less than a year from now, but I’ve got one last chance to live
\nthe college life. Since this is it, grin and bear it and live every second
\nof it. Don’t forget any of it, because it’s not coming by again.<\/p>\n
\tThat doesn’t mean I’m not looking forward to the next year. That’s
\na whole new life I can’t wait to see. Now I know what Rich Mullins means
\nwhen he sings that the “climb can be so steep.” In fact, my life isn’t
\nmuch different than the climb up this mountain. At every plateau, I think
\nI’ve reached the top, but I look up and the trail still leads on before me.
\nSo I keep going, eager to look over the edge and see what’s at the top.<\/p>\n
\tAnd what’s at the top?<\/p>\n
\tI’m not ready to see that yet. I want the road to keep going up.
\nI don’t know many ways that life can get better, but somehow I know, I can
\nfeel that it will be, and it won’t be anything I can comprehend.<\/p>\n
\tUntil then, stay for a song and save that dance for me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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