Sometime my soul quivers at the thought of the life I am choosing for myself. To be an artist... to devote every ounce of talent, energy, drive, and passion that you have to the fickle and cruel Muses... that is a hard thing. Who says I am enough? Who says that the song in my heart is worthy to be shared? Who ever says anything is enough?
The quote above struck a chord in my heart, because I am not a rebel. I can be rebellious, I can be "set-apart" and alone, but ultimately, I am not a rebel, because I have chosen allegiance to my heavenly King. And I must always be on guard to keep myself from being pulled away from Him.
But while I languish in not knowing the answers to those questions, I rest in the security that I must sing, that I must develop the talent God has chosen to give me. Oh God, help me, for I have chosen the impossible - to give myself first and foremost to You, and second to Art.