Roll Away Your Stone.

So I'm back to regular life now.
"Regular" as in no more sitting around due to my stupid nose.
Back to work, which is definately a good thing.
I was missing McLintock's. Not to mention, I'm now working more hours at Wayne's tire.

So this past week or so, I haven't really done much. Until now.
But I've got to say, that without my guitars, I would not have survived.
My Luna. My Yamaha. My Cort. I absolutely love them!
I play them so much, its almost as if my fingers are vigorously drawn to them.
The funny thing is though. I'm no "crazy" guitar player who plays crazy riffs and licks.
I love chords. I love the beautiful sound that comes as I strum one.
I don't think I want to be a crazy riff playing guitar player either.

Something else.
I haven't played soccer.
Or volleyball in quite a while.
And I dearly miss them both. I want to get out and play them.
I just can't find time. I want to put on my boots, and hit the upper V.
Or take a nice sandy approach, and swing into the back corner.
But where is the time! Soon, I promise myself. Soon.

Thirdly.
I don't know what it's been. But I've felt very lonely lately (well, most of summer).
And the only thing that's been keeping my mind off that is
Working. My guitars. And my music.
But in the few hours (or days) when I don't work.
I feel like no one is around to call. Or at least, I don't know who.
I don't know what I'm suppose to think. Say. Do.
I guess now is the time to anxiously wait for college.
New friends. People to call and hang out with.
I'm so utterly out of words when it comes to this.
I don't know how to accurately describe this. Loneliness.
But when I turn my gaze upward.
My heart heavenward.
And my mind outward.
I know I'm not alone.
Oh, I'm running to your arms. I'm running to your arms.

However. For some reason, unbenounced to me.
This doesn't fill my earthly heart's longing of feeling wanted.
I continually pray, and find refuge in the Lord.
But I do want to do other things with my summer, then work.

With love,
Danual.

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