Wired

From the Badlands of South Dakota to the plains of Wyoming, we finally figured out where the dear and the antelope play!  The view, in every direction, has been nothing short of spectacular, a real feast for the eyes... and soul. 

As someone who feels more at home in any big city, and never had any impulse to hug a tree in her life, there is nothing like seeing nothing for a very long time. 

Matt dragged me up to Algonquin when we first got married. Dense, green nature really doesn’t do it for me.  Perhaps because I’m allergic to most trees... and the idea of bears-around-the-bend somehow trumps that oh-so-peaceful feeling.

There is something about the barren beauty of this land.  You can see for miles, with no hint or stain of any civilization.  I feel like I’m in a western movie, just without Tonto and his horse, and those cowboys who stole this land to begin with... (I digress). 

To see the colours that God chose to paint this part of the world with – a thousand hues of gold, brown, green, blue, pink, purple and grey; the artist in me is freshly inspired.

For example, it’s so good to be writing again, something that’s been shelved for a very long time.  I am deeply grateful for this time to dream and imagine.  It feels utterly indulgent to have time to put pen to paper, write songs, and to even pick up my camera again. 

Perhaps part of my to-be list is to remember how God has wired me.  I love the canvas. I love the possibilities of what could be.  I love to begin, and to set things in motion.  I love to dream and envision, and try and fail... and try again.

There is something different, however, this time round. Unlike the years I labored over creating and striving to succeed, when it was all about what I wanted to be and say, this time all I want is to reflect God’s glory... to be a small part of His story.  To listen and then create.  To hear and then write.   

More than anything I want to hear you God, and only then live out loud. 

“His word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones.

 I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.”

[Jeremiah 20:10]