It’s a crazy ride…. just hold on

i would say that it is rare for anyone to find one musician who consistently writes songs that ease, soothe, bless, inspire, encourage, challenge… over and over and over.  this weekend i was able to stop into a songwriters conference at mount hermon, and was able to cross paths with, hear from, and speak with such a person in my journey. 

sara groves, an unassuming, refreshing, kind, beautiful poet, single-handedly got me through (at least, if not more) august 2007.  she has written music that has helped me see past myself into the eyes of my jesus.  

she crawls inside my soul and writes about what she sees.  and today is no different. i purchased her new album today, and flipped to this track because i liked the title… it might be hope.  ”good title,” i thought to myself. it is a word i have clung to this year. and as i sat in the car and listened to it, i smiled to myself as i bathed in the lyrics. 

thanks again, sara.

It Might Be Hope
You do your work the best that you can 
you put one foot in front of the other 
life comes in waves and makes it’s demands 
you hold on as well as your able 

You’ve been here for a long long time 

Hope has a way of turning it’s face to you 
just when you least expect it 
you walk in a room 
you look out a window 
and something there leaves you breathless 
you say to yourself 
it’s been a while since I felt this 
but it feels like it might be hope 

I crossed the start line at 6:25am on Sunday morning in drippy, soggy San Francisco.  The night before the race I felt a bit defeated and overwelmed. I didn’t think my training was adequate, I didn’t feel 100%… and knew that I had to extend myself some grace as I mentally prepared for the race.  So, as I started my watch as crossed the start line, I just decided to do what i could.

The race was beautiful, and i had a fantastic running partner, whose mental tenacity helped pull me though.  We ran along the embarcadero, through fort mason and the presidio, across the golden gate bridge, through golden gate park, up haight street, and back to the embarcadeo.  It was a storybook.

Rounding my last three miles, was filled with IMMENSE energy, and pushed out the last three miles with gusto and a smile on my face. 

It was glorious and amazing and sooooooo fun.  Planning on it next summer. will you be there?

I have officially adopted 11 children. They are beth, brandon, sheridan, tyson, sarah, simon, mike, keegan, ben, evan, and elliott. 

this summer i have learned what it means to love from these friends. I have learned what it means to sacrifice, to serve, to dream, to laugh, and to have the most fun.  

I can’t imagine what life would have looked like this summer without each of these friends. these amazing souls. these warriors.

Shake it like a polariod picture… tectonic plate.