Jeffery and I were talking about what this music career is going to look like today. I think it brought up some deep rooted fears I have. I was thinking about what a musician's life is. How it seems to be wrought with wandering and loneliness. How you're loved for what you do, loved for how you sing. I can't do this alone. I think I'm just afraid I will never find home. Honesty beckons me to admit this, although I know home is where I am truly loved. I was reminded that the only one who can really do anything about this already knows how I feel. He calls me to come alive. Life is beautiful and I'm made to capture it. Be it on film, paper, music, or on a canvas. I am made to reflect that which I feel. I feel so much. I am afraid even more. And life is still beautiful and so full of meaning. When I run with all that I am, into this great mystery, I am alive.

"And the question that you are going to ask your self is 'is God an end or a means?'"