Palmtree Contemplations

Bring me out of the Mists,       Where all is shrouded in thought And the seeking of answers.       It is a place where knowledge Flits just out of reach,      Beckoning to me, Always distant, always near.      Bring me out of the Mists. Bring me out of the Mists,      The Grey King holds sway Over my little boat.      His words are smooth and Silver toned like bells,      Promising fresh water and land, Sweet music in a sea of silence.      Bring me out of the Mists. Bring me out of the Mists.       The Grey King keeps me here, Fumbling with a broken compass.       Vapors of death are in his wake, Cloaking his darkness in opaque hues.       Thick, despairing fog follows, Ruining my map, dimming my lantern.       Bring me out of the Mists.     You bring me out of the Mists.      Light streams from Your ship To my oarless rowboat.      Rope is flung through the air My lifeline: three strands of rough cord,     Woven strong and true. I grab a hold, and Yo

"Be careful always to remember-and never forget- what you have seen God do for you."  Recently, I finished a journal and, in keeping with a personal tradition, read through the account of the past 9 months from start to finish. People have been asking me about my life after graduation, so here is a creative sort of update, with short journal entries included. This isn't all of it, but rather what I have deemed to be the parts I am willing to share with everyone. May May was hard and easy at the same time. After my recital and graduation, I literally had zero motivation for anything. Staying in Siloam Springs was a good decision, but I had no car, and no idea what to do with so much free time. All I wanted to do was sleep, go on long walks in the park, and read books...for about a week. After that week, I desperately wanted a job. Being thrust outside the safe ivory tower of academia I had inhabited for the past four years was scary and, oddly enough, boring. Days c