Life is really good

I have this thing on my google homepage called "places to see before you die." It shows me all these beautiful pictures from all over the world. Tonight when I logged on it showed this beautiful horizon looking over a massive canyon in Utah.



Yeah, that's my life right now. Overlooking...what?



On and on and on to forever...and I have no idea what any of it looks like or how to get down there.



My life is really, really good. Better than I deserve. I get to see the most beautiful things every day. There is beauty in everything you see because everything is meaningful; that's what becoming an artist has taught me. I have so many deep, huge, aching passions and desires in my heart. Some selfish and some selfless. I'm not sure how to knit them all together. I don't know what tomorrow holds.



Life is a gift. Right now, this moment, these keys, my sore back, my sunburned shoulders and my conscious being. Everything is a gift to me, the gift of becoming. The gift of growing, the miracle of birth and re-birth and death and new life. Oh, if I had the words...if the psalmnist had had the words, there would have been fewer psalms...



I have lots of pages to write. I've finally learned a little something about discipline and about courage. It takes both to be an artist, and to be a disciple is something like being an artist. Being a leader is being an artist.




What does tomorrow hold? I can plan...I plan my budget, plan to get a job, plan to pack my things very meticulously, plan to throw out what I don't need anymore and get ready to cram into someone else's space, plan to go to college, plan to find a church. Plan to have quality time with my family. Plan to lose weight. Plan to study hard and be structured. Plan to befriend some dogs. Plan to be under someone else's roof and abide by their rules. Plan to wonder about life still. "Plan to be surprised."



Plan to be surprised.