Sound Check

Checking, checking, one, two…

Check one, two, three…

*taps mic*

Check one, two, three, four…

All good? Perfect.

I get the really fun and humbling privilege of serving on our worship team at church and this is how we begin every Sunday morning. Very early, mind you. Before we really get rolling into the actual rehearsing of the music, we start by making sure we can all hear each other and that our in-ears are all leveled out. (In-ears are just a fancy word for monitors, and monitors are just speakers so we can hear ourselves so we don't go all flat on the people we're leading. That's never pretty.) Anyway, it's what we call sound check, which is precisely how I feel about this blog right now.  I don't know about you, but I think I've clicked on my blog all of three times in two years, because that's how long it's been since I've sound checked over here. Writing on one blog consistently is no small feat, so when I started writing more on the LPM blog, naturally this one took a back seat.

But I've missed writing over here on this little corner. 

And now I’m in a season of transition, and if you know me personally at all, you know I’m a processor by nature (albeit slow processor) and a lot of my processing happens through writing, and so I need to write. And more importantly, I want to write. 

Which means I’m dusting off the ol’ blog again. I realize no one may read this, but that’s okay. I’m writing for me. For my heart.

I don’t know how often and I certainly won't make any promises, because I hate breaking promises,  but I do know I’ll share the mundane and the serious. Because that’s how we humans roll. We need a little laughter and even a few tears to make it through this life.

Not so coincidentally, a couple weeks ago I purchased a new Bible. Mine was literally falling apart because I've used it for so long and that was really stressing me out. A couple days after I bought it, I was with a sweet friend headed to a prayer meeting with my new Bible as I was explaining to her how giddy I was over its newness. I then told her that to me, sometimes a new Bible signifies a new season. New mark ups, new scriptures to memorize, new words to see and new stories to hear. And that’s where we’re at. A new season. New territory. New dreams. New discouragement. New lessons. And new songs.

New songs about trust, hope, fear, love, serving and walking on the water.