December 23, 2011

Dear Father...


Clearly you knew I was coming to Harbin. Thanks for keeping the snow away as long as you have. I do have a question though… why did you have to create -26◦F? Just so you know, it really hurts.  But then again, You know more about pain than I’ll ever know. So, never mind.
I know I don’t always get it. I know I don’t always get who You made me to be. Quite frankly, it’s a little weird don’t you think? You seem to have given me this overflowing and outpouring for everything music. It doesn’t stop, ever. I’m sure it’s really gotten on some of my teammates nerves by now. That doesn’t matter to you, does it? I’m sure they’ve taken that up with You on a personal level. Okay, that’s none of my business, you’re right.
Awhile ago I had told myself [and You] that my days of writing music were over. It’s even written in purple to make it stand out against the droning writings of everyday. And now, two months later here I sit with two new things, creations, clearly inspired by You. Were you just trying to prove me wrong? You tend to do that a lot, which—I mean—is fine. Keep it up. Clearly I don’t even have the fraction figured out that I thought I did. I’ll just…keep writing?

You love this country, you love these people, and you love my students more than I ever could. Keep them safe in this season of finals and in their time of festivities. Restore them, body & soul. And somehow, in Your Majestic way, remind them to practice their English over their vacation.
Thanks!
*Kayla Marie

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