NEW CASTLE —
And so it is, we've come full circle. Twenty weeks, 20 questions.
If you remember, this was the first one. And it bears repeating: "Really, truly ... is this what I want to be doing?"
After almost three months of introspection, your answer might have changed a little bit. I know as far as I'm concerned, my answers can change daily. I'm working on that, but I believe it's all part of the learning and growing process.
I love my moments of perfect clarity, when I'm convinced that I've finally found the answers I've been seeking, or learned the lesson that God's been trying to teach me. These moments bring with them feelings that I can only guess must be something like a drug addict feels: elation, relief, confidence — almost a sense of immortality.
I'd had just such a fix a few days ago when I borrowed a Blake Shelton CD from a girlfriend. I've always hated country music, but I wanted to break out of my mold, and I should have known right away that my curiosity about this album was a sign of something more. And there it was — the third song on the CD. Three, my favorite number. The power of three. All alone in the world, but never less than three strong — me, my baby boy, and my baby girl.
I've been a walking heartache
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain't who I wanna be
But you stay here right beside me
And watch as the storm blows through
And I need you
There's more here than what we're seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you