It sounded like fun; and it kinda was fun for awhile. I’ve met some great people from all over the world. I’m awfully grateful to them for giving me a chance. For their kind words. But I feel my heart strings being pulled in another direction. One I’ve felt drawn to for a long, long time.
I’ve heard the soft call, and I’ve turned my gaze in that direction. It seems so natural to walk down this road, and yet it’s exhilarating. Terrifying. I’m pretty good at failure, you know. This could very well not end as I hope.
Yet, I’m in bigger hands than my own.
I’ve always been a maker. I was made to make- it’s a calling. And I feel like I’ve finally found my niche. When I’m making, I have a sort of communion with The One who made me. There’s a spiritual connection there, that words cannot adequately describe. I’m certainly not amazing at what I do, but I am definitely passionate, and gaining skills as I pursue my craft.
I don’t know where He’ll lead me on this road. But for now, I can see the next step.