where waves grow sweet

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. Ephesians 2:10

I did well enough in school but didn’t have much of a passion or focus, like those kids who knew since birth – or maybe second grade – that they wanted to be a doctor or rockstar or veterinarian. When I met Jesus, I found a passion and a purpose, which was good and essential. But I’ve continued to fumble through my jobs, trying to be content and do well, knowing with all my heart that I was not created to do coordinate calendars, plan events, or type up minutes from meetings I can’t seem to focus on.

And I’ve fumbled through the other areas of my life, trying to find that spark – where I fit in this master plan – which so often seems to misfire and die out. I have never been a great communicator. I am not quick on my feet. Emotions are hard to define. My mind is frequently scattered and confused.

But I sit down in front of this banged-up MacBook and everything on this earth starts to make sense. God, people, life, myself. All of it. Each of the places I haven’t fit don’t matter, because I fit here. Everything is just as it should be for this little bit of time in front of this little white screen with the scotch-taped corner. It is easy and beautiful and free. And I am at perfect peace.

So thank you for being here with me, in my special place. It is a pleasure to have you, and I want you to know that are always, always welcome.