They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz…

I’m fortunate to be working on ANOTHER show — Blue Like Jazz. It’s weird in a way, I remember Don Miller speaking at Belmont one of my first weekends there, and I remember the loneliness, confusion, and angst I was feeling, and I remember his words being comforting. It’s surreal now to be working for him as well as Steve Taylor, of all people — the legend who penned several Newsboys classics such asTake Me To Your Leader and Breakfast in Hell–at least, I think that’s what it’s called.

I keep working with people who have had an impact on my life in some way. It makes me feel I’ve discovered my niche. I remember interning at dreaded Sony/ATV, and I remember being invited to a number 1 party for Carrie Underwood or something. And I remember feeling that any normal person would be excited, but somehow I knew it wasn’t my deal– it didn’t feel right–but I also knew I wasn’t far off the mark. I didn’t end up going.

I remember learning in church how God knows the desires of our heart, and in my short amount of years, I’ve realized that He knows the desires of mine better than I thought I knew myself. This was never the career I planned for myself, yet it’s been so much more of an exciting adventure (albeit arduous) than I ever could’ve imagined.

I try not to turn back to look where I’ve been at the risk of getting dreadfully nostalgic, but I am guilty of the occasional reminiscence– especially of my jaunt to the southern hemisphere. I listen to any song from “Hello Hurricane” and it takes me back to somewhere in Australia — the weather, the smells, the breeze against my face, the feelings of solitude or independence. And then I realize the last time I saw Switchfoot play was in Sydney, and then I wonder if life really could get any better than that. But I know it can… a thousand times yes.

I need to be a better person tomorrow. I failed miserably today.

It’s amazing to be this excited about caring so deeply for a person three and a half years later. The distance has made it hard, but it’s made me realize the sacrifice required. I could get sappy here–okay, so the first draft of this entry WAS pretty sappy– multiple supporting lyrics included — but I am going to summarize it all by saying: Yes, what they say in the songs IS true.

And on that silly but giddy note, I should go to sleep, because the clock stole twenty minutes from me…