Saturday, April 28, 2007

Ever want to crawl under a rock?

Been checking Myspace out for my fellow WAJ songwriters. Wow. My comment a while back wasn't too far off about being out of my league.

Ever felt TOTALLY inadequate? Ever felt like you have SOOOO far to go to get to the place where you will be able to see the place you want to go?

I think a "Don't quit your day job" is fitting at this moment.

I could kick myself for not writing for several years. Started in High School. Got married, kept writing. Roadblocks and difficult situations and life's U-turns threw me for a loop. The years went by in a blaze without a song. What I was going through could have been a catalyst for wonderful ideas, moving melodies, and songs of encouragement. Not sure I understand why, but that was the story for more years than I care to admit. Where would I be now if...

Maybe i wasn't ready yet. I'll never understand God's timing. I'm sure Moses wondered why he spent so many years in the middle of nowhere before God was ready to use him to lead Israel out of Egypt. I wonder what went through David's mind knowing that he was anointed King of Israel, but had to wait through Saul's total meltdown until it was possible? Well, at least he kept writing songs.

But I'm a dreamer. I have something to say, even if nobody ever hears. I feel that I must write if I am going to live life to the fullest. The bar is set very high, and even if I can't reach it now I'm going to work and work until I can truly say to myself that I did all I could. Maybe we put too much attention on the destination and never realize that God wants us to soak in the experience of the journey, no matter where it goes. Maybe the journey is the destination.

Now I'm starting to sound like a greeting card. (I may have heard that "journey is the destination" bit somewhere else, too.)

Tell you what, I surprised myself. I was fully prepared to write my "woe is me" blog entry and publish. And pout. Pouting doesn't sound so great anymore. Maybe I should get to work.

Now back to my woefully inadequate corner.

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