There She Has Hung.

Somehow since I've been here I've lost almost all interest in playing and writing music. My guitar has hung in her place on my wall, silent and lonely, for a few months waiting for my friendship's return. This week I've been hanging out with her quite a bit again, but she's recallusing my fingers, and it hurts! I didn't realize how long it'd been until I felt the ache today from playing the last few days. I guess that's what happens when you put down your guitar and let your heart get callused from bad, nerve-wracking experiences on sets. The Lord has downloaded a couple melodies into my brain though, and I am excited to put them to the words that have been flooding through my ballpoint pen onto paper. These are the first songs I've grabbed from the air between their birth places and my sensing them since I came here. I haven't written a song in this place until now. I think its God calling me to work through my issues and insecurities and pick up the guitar again on a regular basis. We'll see what comes forth as I join these fingertips back to these spiraled strings and sing to these walls, carpet, and ceiling.