The Creator In Art, Part I

I'm about to lapse into a random thoughts-onto-paper sort of writing about how the lessons I've learned in music translate into my journey with God. However, it is 10:34 pm, and I haven't touched an instrument all day (not my fault, completely), so it could get weird.

I am working on one of Chopin's piano pieces, and I realized I hadn't used the metronome with it for a while. Okay, maybe never. Thinking this is probably a good idea, I hunted around for Melanie, my little metronome, found her, stuck a nail in to turn her on (she hasn't been quite the same since the accident), and off we went. Woops, slow down, girl. I'm not Horowitz. So there I go, running along, and I notice how uneven I had been playing it. Metronomes are good at showing mistakes. After a while I got used to it, and I thought about how the Bible is sort of like a metronome. I live my life, setting my own pace, moving faster when I feel like it, pulling back when I get scared or tired. But then I figure out that something is up, something isn't quite right. I run to the Lord, and ask Him "what's wrong, why do I feel like my heart is...uneven?'' Then I start listening to the metronome, which is always on. I just don't listen for it all the time.

Actually, now that I think about it, the orchestra conductor is a better picture of this. Sometimes I bury my head in my music, not paying attention to the conductor's leading. This is synonymous with doing devotions every day without concentrating, being still, and listening for God's voice. Then all of a sudden I'll hear the other musicians, or realize I'm rushing all over the place, trying to get this over with as fast as possible, and I'll look up at the conductor/God, and align myself with His design.

It just amazes me, the order that He's set up. Everything, from bugs to singing to dirt to trees to sports to love, is all connected. It all relates to everything else.

Hopefully this makes sense, and I won't read this tomorrow and go "oh, dear. That was my 10:58 pm, trying-to-keep-myself-awake-until-the-parents-get-home-so-i-can-be-done-babysitting self talking". Speaking of which, I think I hear a car door.

~  : )

Modern Art On A Shell

   HE’S ALIVE!!! My God conquered death. My whole life, my eternal existence, everything depends on that fact. I have new life in Jesus, and I get to spend FOREVER with Him. How awesome is that?! 

    The egg is a sign of new life, so we do our human thing and try to make it more beautiful every Easter. Out come the dyes, the vinegar, the eggs, and the old t-shirt that needs to be spruced up (see below).

    All in celebration of the greatest thing that ever happened to mankind. 

    HALLELUJAH, AMEN!

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    I tie-dyed this shirt last summer at camp, but it wasn’t very vibrant anymore, plus I hate throwing out all that dye, so I revamped my shirt and one of Stephan’s. 

    “Much more better”. We shall see if it stays through the wash.

In Which I Have a New Adventure

Today we realized that the vehicles really do need to be inspected, so I was chosen to drive one up to the car shop and then bike back. Mom is on restriction (due to her vein surgery), so she couldn't do it. Dad was hours away and had misplaced his jetpack, so he was out of the question. So off I went, ready for whatever lay ahead. This out-of-the-ordinary diversion was a welcome change since this week has been so stressful. School and scholarships and demands and people can get on my nerves. But anyway, all was not lost, and I was set.

After having my prerequisite blonde moment -- the mini mart section of the gas station does not process inspections, duh -- I got my bike out of the back and went to the library. Uneventful. I love that bike, by the way. Raleigh rules.

So I spend an hour at the unusually quiet library, then get on my bike and go home. I was passed once. Anticlimactic moment.

The end.

In other news, the boys set up a blind in the yard. The groundhog's days are numbered.

It is B_E_A_U_tiful outside!!!!!

Graduation and party plans are being finalized. We have to work around a concerto competition, which is annoying. More to come on both.

Applying for countless scholarships and seeing little return is downright frustrating. The good news: I get workstudy. Yay!

The actual end. Thanks for reading.