Snow Day

Journal Entry 2.15.15

"How can man so finite predict something so elusive as weather? How can one look into the sky and use a tool so complex as technology to estimate what will fall from the sky? And thus, the news is spread via "weather specialists" who are not always the most spot-on individuals. And yet, people rush to the grocery and cancel school without even one drop of snow. The word of its coming is more than enough to spark motion in all town.

Could there be something here? A gem in the everyday that He wants us to get? What if we were to respond to the Gospel in the same way we rush and prepare for snow that will melt in a few days' time? Oh, the fragility of our feeble nonsense. See, the thing is, we have been told of a Coming far greater than that of clouds. And we sit. Not only do we sit, but we ignore and sometimes act opposingly to the Coming. What if every day looked like the rush to buy bread? And yet, the Bread of Life is before me and I choose not to eat and not to share and I choose cavern over glory and gross versus righteous.

The time has come to where hiding underneath covers, desiring warmth and comfort...that is not an option. The snow will fall and the world will stop. The Son will come and all will melt away."

Go

I don't really know how to word what happened to me in this past week. Honestly. Searching for sufficient words is an increasingly difficult feat as I decompress all that's happened.

It's amazing when I think of how He blesses our dreams. Never would I think that I would audition for a Broadway show at age 17.

A long time ago, I prayed for Him to bless and guide this passion of theatre within my heart. And He has...He has brought along the most amazing people to support, inspire, teach, and encourage me. Never have I been left to grow on my own.

However, there are times when one must be pushed. Pushed beyond the comfort level to test the waters of the unknown. If you never leap, will you ever know?

I've learned that no...it requires scary territory to reach scary dreams.

So I left home and flew on a plane alone and navigated layovers and three airports and hundreds of actors and long lines and early mornings and train rides and a snowstorm.

And it was good. And I toughened up.

Sometimes, you have to jump head-first into something...knowing it will either push you or break you. Either way, you are given a direction, and that brings peace. 

I know where I should start walking from here. 

What do you need to do to achieve that dream deep in your heart? Do you need to jump? Write a letter? Make the song, invite the person, say yes, buy the ticket, lock the door, hold the phone?

Because once you do it, there's no going back. How sweet it is to come out on the other side...more ready than ever before.