Of the things that I want to be and the men I hope to
one day resemble. To adjust upon reproach, to sleep early
and wake at dawn. Dependable and always aware. Deliberate
and confident. Searching and allowing nothing to stand in the
way. Loving with ferocity, and self abandon. Learning and
always welcoming new adventures and skills to be had. To
truly live with reckless abandon and trust not in myself but in
my Jesus. 5 minutes early, and never quitting, always
accomplishing. Praying with intensity, sincerity, and humility
but most of all praying. Laying my life down, and walking away
from it as if to say, “My God, I’ll be the boat if you’ll be the
wind. I shall go where your wind blows me.”
Laying aside the sensory of the visual and growing eyes that
see beyond the flesh. Broadening ones capacity, and living
open handedly. A musicianary, theologian (in training), servant,
delegater, husband, father, and friend among others. A vagrant
searching for home, and ready to find it any day. Longing for
passion to increase and for the fame to never arise. The gospels
upon my chest to bleed into my heart, overflow within my heart
and seep into my bloodstream, find each nerve and penetrate
my thinking; don’t stop until you’ve reached the soul.
These are the things I write of.
