“You’re good. And I’m not just saying that. I see A LOT of stuff… you’re really good. Keep at it.”
On July 23, 2016, my favorite lyricist (and writer in general) looked me in the eye while saying those very words. My cool, calm, and collectedness left the building as tears began clinging to the corners of my eyes. Reflecting on it now, I’m still in awe. God is incessantly good to me. How many people get to hold a conversation with their inspiration, and be given such a sincere and extraordinary compliment? Why was I given this experience to cherish and not any one of my amazing friends who love the Matts as much as I do? I feel so undeserving of my life.
Because normally, I complain about working day in and day out. Typically I’m scraping by on pennies of hope and Bible verses I memorized when I was little. I’m almost always grasping an rK song, hanging on for dear life as I pray for God to keep me from sinking to the dark depths yet again. I’m apathetic, I’m complacent, I’m sad. And yet…
I know there is light. I know there is peace. I know that I am not my own, and that this life is far beyond what I have seen. He speaks to me in volumes so loud that my heart cannot ignore Him.
“I may know Someone Who knows me more than I.”