This is my city whose streets I stride
Whose ways I wander with unwavering pride.
This is my city, it's where I belong
Just one in the masses, humming my own song.
This is my city and this is my plan--
To be God's feet, his voice, his hands.
This is my city, so with purpose I shall live
Because more than it's my city, it's his.
My apologies for my month-long absence. See, my life has recently kicked into the most major overdrive I have ever experienced. I recently (as in, this past week) relocated 1,000 miles from where I've lived most of my life. Just my car full of possessions and a bank account filled with a lot more dreams than dollars. But I've been given the opportunity to pursue one of the biggest dreams I've ever dreamt--so I quit my jobs, packed my bags and left. And I have no regrets.
I'm sure I'll update you more in the future, but just know for now that I'm happier now than I've been in years. Happy because I right where God wants me, doing what he desires me to do.
Just trying to get it right,
Hermeneutical Dan
