Thou Art the King of Glory

I am a big fan of Brandi Carlile. I think her songwriting and unique vocals have made a daring and significant impression in the country folk world. She attracts attention and respect through the tone of her dignity transferred through her music. I respect her honesty and authentic portrayal of the aspects of life she addresses, directly or indirectly, and I have always had a soft ear for acoustic appalachian folk sounds.

One of my favorite songs of hers is a song called Dreams and begins with the lyrics “Dreams, I have dreams, when I’m awake, when I’m asleep… And now, in my dreams, I can feel the wait, I could just come clean, I keep it to myself, I know what it means, I can’t have you, but I have dreams”. Though her experience leading up to the creation of these lyrics is a little different than mine, these words speak to an experience of my own that is a pressing and continuously urgent issue in the season of life I and other students are currently in. Dreams. For life, for purpose, for peace. To complete a calling, a purpose, and find contentment in the ordinary moments between heartbeats… and heartbreaks. But I can feel the wait, the weight, of potential slipping through the empty moments and silent noise of unexpressed love and mind. It hurts to wait, but it heals. To wait is to journey on in expectation. Ironically the journey changes you, the hope redeems your time. The path returns to you your dignity in the face of brokenness and unentered capacity.

Some thoughts.