Resting in the Rock

I wasn't prepared for this. When I look for quiet there is noise. I am bombarded by everything loud and offensive, my head is banging around it seems with the noise of the world I have entered. I know it is not about my comfort, I didn't come here to be comfortable. It is about learning to love, but I am overwhelmed and weary from the effort. I need a place of rest. 

It is in the Rock that I can find my rest. I am ready to weep at the words of comfort that I have found.

Read Psalm 62, you who seek rest, you who seek refuge from the attack. 

"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
Trust in him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge." (Ps. 62:5-8)

And when I remember to turn my eyes to my Rock for the rest that I need, I find myselfable to say once more, "It is well, it is well with my soul."

Growing

What do you do when your stomach knots up with nerves at the thought of tomorrow?

Tomorrow I drive. Tomorrow I take move out into the world. Tomorrow is the start of my first real step forward--my first "next step" as an artist. Tomorrow is full of unknowns.

I breathe deep. I remind myself that this is exciting. I think about all that I'm going to learn.

But I also think about how young I still feel. I'm still not sure I should be allowed to do this on my own. I'm not sure that I should be counted as a grown up. When did that happen?

I'm scared. But beyond that, I am excited because I know that I'm gonna be OK, and when I make it through this I might just end up being a little stronger, a little bolder, a little more prepared for whatever God has for me next. I'm OK with growing up.