boxcar children

i got this text last night from a really good friend of mine who is an atheist. if you know this person, you would understand perfectly why tears just started welling up in mine and kelly's eyes. but you don't, so i'll just tell you: it made perfect sense.

there have been seasons in my life where i've been left with anything but answers. where i've felt like solutions to feelings and ends to stories that so badly needed to just be finished were nowhere in my line of sight.

then i moved to new york, the land of question marks being replaced with periods. where open-ended chapters are just a continuation of a mystery i love turning the pages to and God mixes me a cocktail of beauty that is stretches of city blocks filled with the finest, craziest people i'll ever live alongside.

my church produces some incredible tunes. one of the guys who wrote a bunch of them made a band called young oceans. the advent album is so incredible and can be listened to all year round. i'm making one chorus my prayer for this year:

show me a way, my love, my Lord
draw me to grace, so strong and sure
i run to your mercy where i am free
let me find my all... in.... thee

i love, love. i love being in love.