Again.
But. This journey will be different from any other in the past.
-With my own set of keys, I will lock the door of my own place behind me
-My calling, missions, and my love, music, will for the first time be purposefully combined
-I will leave behind a dear one who now holds part of my heart
And tomorrow I will leave it.
I learned once that music is the only message that can reach people without their permission. It meets their spirits. Europe is a place that was once on fire for God but is now "enlightened" past fervor into a frozen wasteland of humanism. During the Olympics this summer, the world will flood their doorstep. I read this during my time with Jesus this morning, and it will be my goal:
"I will say to the north, ‘Give them up!’ and to the south, ‘Do not hold them back.’ Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth —
7 everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made. ”
8 Lead out those who have eyes but are blind, who have ears but are deaf." Isaiah 43: 6-8
Doing something you love for Jesus is at once the chance and the challenge of a lifetime. I feel pressure to push for perfect performances, but I know that God wants to use the Spirit inside of me, even more than the music I produce. I played a small show last night with an acoustic set of my band, the Normandies. I was reminded how much I love making music and how blessed I am to be a part of it.
And it goes without saying, that this will be the hardest thing to leave behind:
You may be asking yourself, where is the independent, wandering, loner I once knew? She is still alive and well, but she is ever changing.
London bound tomorrow evening at 6:45pm. Rucksack on my back, guitar at my side, and heart in my throat.
