Liquid Silver

I saw my reflection across the room
Thought I was beautiful
But You gently took me, wiped my dust away
Said I could be beautiful, so beautiful

The crucible hurts me, as it changes my form
How can I be beautiful?
I'm totally liquid and starting to boil
You say I'll be beautiful, so beautiful

You stir me and sift me, the dross floats away
When will I be beautiful?
The fire, it still burns me, I'm filling my mold
You're making me beautiful, so beautiful

Removing the heat, You reveal my new form
Oh God, am I beautiful?
You see Your reflection, and smile at Your work
And say "Child, now you're beautiful, so beautiful"

"And I will put this third into the fire, and refine them as one
refines silver, and test them as gold is tested. They will call upon
my name,and I will answer them. I will say, 'They are my people';and
they will say, 'The LORD is my God.'" Zech 13:9 (esv)

Growing Up- Spending Money to Make Money

I'm 25. That just happened last week. I used to write in my journal the day before my birthday on all the milestone years (16, 18, 21) to kind of check in on how life was going at that point in my life. I haven't really done that yet this year. My birthday slipped by me so fast, I barely even feel like it happened. It's strange, since for my whole life, since I have a summer birthday, I've never worked or gone to school on my birthday. It's always been a free day to do whatever I wanted. The last three years, I've been playing somewhere all day on my birthday. Life seems to be getting busier. I can't say that's a good thing, but it's better than being bored and poor, right? I've never been the poster child of time management (unless it was those posters that said "don't end up like this guy, he doesn't get it"). Balance comes with regularity, doesn't it? Can I have a sporadic schedule and make it feel routine?



Check that out. I bought a new toy last week. It was completely impulsive and entirely awesome. I was with a friend at Brook Mays in Katy, he was looking for a digital stage piano. So I asked our dealer if he had any great deals that were just stupid good. So he showed me this piano, and I played a few notes and couldn't believe it. Clear low end, power in the middle, sweet high end. It was a 1922 Vose & Sons piano, with new strings, bridges and felts. It was gently priced, and they offered some financing options, so I figured it was a good investment. So now I own a grand piano. Never thought that would happen, especially at 25 still living at home. I just can't wait to get it tuned. I've gotta let it chill in the house for about a month before they can tune it. That day will rock.