the unscripted wing

“You have a huge call on your life.”

That’s what I heard and it’s what I had heard before. Every bit of me wanted to receive it fully, to welcome it with open arms and a ready heart. But my head kept asking me what it even meant.

What the heck is a calling and what the heck was mine?

Here at CGA we’ve talked about it a lot. We’ve sat in the over-sized chairs and on the shedding tan carpet while giving it a few loose definitions, a tad bit of structure and an entire Monday afternoon to delve into discovering what ours actually is.

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The trunk seemed perfectly placed as my eyes scanned the composition laid out before me. I sat down on the fallen leaves and broken twigs as my back gladly found the sturdy tree behind me, offering support and a bit of comfort as I leaned back and soaked in the scene I had now become a part of.

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I’m a relational person. Despite my introverted tendencies, I love people, in a way that overwhelms my heart to the point of overflowing giddiness. I love the chaos of a house full of family and music and the times where for one moment, we are all on the same page; that instance that I can take a step back and look at the people around me.

And I breathe it in. That brief heartbeat where our lives are so deeply and utterly connected because we have chosen to see our commonalities as opposed to the screaming differences.

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The other night I escaped my small town home for one Friday night concert in downtown Atlanta. The city was covered in a dreary haze, rain falling lightly and steadily, the lights reflecting off the atmosphere in a new way, the buildings of the big city resting their heads in the clouds

The show started with a video, a documentary about Josh Garrels and the music and the road he’s traveled to get where he is now. It illustrated the journey and the people who have walked with him along the way, the music and relationships that have been beautifully and meticulously created with love and perseverance of each step forward.

This was a road less traveled.

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Take a look outside for minute. Find a window and stand before it. Pull up a chair and sit. Take in the moment. Find a spot where the wind moves. Find a tree and let it take you in.

I was sitting in my new home, in front of the north wall of windows; looking out at the backyard, the bare trees scattered amongst the pine trees still green with color, the slight references of home bringing me comfort.

This is what I heard.

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