I’m holding on to the hope that one day this could be made right
I’ve been shipwrecked, and left for dead, and I have seen the darkest sights
Everyone I’ve loved seems like a stranger in the night
But oh my heart still burns, tells me to return, and search the fading light
I’m sailing home to you I won’t be long
By the light of moon I will press on
Until, I find, my love
“Obscurity is where God sends all His favorite sons and daughters. Our society tells us that if and when we get ‘there’—the job or position or degree we’ve always wanted, the notoriety we’ve always dreamed of—that’s when all the important stuff will start happening. Not so. All the good stuff happens in obscurity.” - Jonathan Martin
A day in Nashville - lunch at Burger Up, gourmet popsicles at Las Paleta’s, and coffee at Barista Parlor.
My sister and I took a weekend trip to Franklin and Nashville, TN last weekend. Sometimes a little nature and sister time are all that’s needed to realize that everything really is going to be okay.