From the Journal: Destiny

photo credit: Karen Kruse Photography

Ever since I was old enough to realize my life was full of different possibilities and I could choose the course of it, I’ve had the sense I was made to do something great. Many people have that feeling, even if they don’t know it. Sometimes it just gets buried deep down underneath layers of hopelessness or hurt or self-oppression. The world is harsh, people wound us, words cut deep and leave scars for a long time. But under it all, there’s still a humble voice urging for something bigger.

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Travel was one of the biggest validations of my urge for adventure. Thirty thousand feet in the air has a way of clearing my thoughts. Monumental landscapes and foreign skylines reminded me of my smallness in a big world. Seeing another part of the country painted beauty before my eyes. Some scenes even inspired a concoction of joy and awe. It’s good for us to experience something bigger than ourselves.

It strikes me as I think about it, how beautiful we find massive structures, either man-made or organic. I wonder if we find them amazing because they make us feel small and insignificant, because they humble us. And I remember feeling that way back in Colorado, that I was not the center of the cosmos, that there were greater things, larger things, massive structures forged in the muscle of earth and time, pressing up into the heavens as if to say the story is not about you, but for you, as if to remind us we are not gods.

– Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts

Expanding Horizons

This sense of adventure only grew during college. Proximity to a metro area of millions provided ample opportunity for urban exploration. Semester breaks and summer afforded plenty of time for trips across the nation, months at a time. And the different people from different places melted into one student body at my college. It proved to be a battlefield of worldviews, a harvest-ripened field of friendships, and a refuge to one who seeks the company of those with varied stories.

As my buddies and I were writing music and lyrics for the album we were to record as Telephonic, I played around with an unplugged guitar and my notebook in a dark studio corner. I wanted to write a song that conveyed the sense of life beyond our moments there and then. We anticipated upcoming graduation and the freedom thereafter, so our world wouldn’t be confined to the rigidity of academia, or our life plans limited by the school year calendar. We were meant for something bigger, something beyond ourselves.

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The world is spinning slower than it ever has tonight

My head is spinning faster than it ever will again

I can’t see the future, my eyes are clouded over


Can you hear the call from

Across the Mississippi River

There’s a life out there with my name on it

I’m coming soon and I’m coming for you


I must admit my agenda is on a short timeline

But time will tell yours is better than mine

I’m just starving for results now

I can’t see the future, you’re all I have


Can you hear the call from

Across the Mississippi River

There’s a life out there with my name on it

I’m coming soon

Can you feel the place that

Is calling out your name and no one else’s

Don’t you wait for long or your future will be gone

It’s drifting downstream, won’t you come for me


Have you ever gotten the sense that you’re meant to do something bigger and better? Go somewhere?


Read more From the Journal:

Love and Her True Implications.
I Won’t Die in Roseville.
Hundreds & Thousands & Millions.

Hang On.
Ink & Paper.
Don’t Run Away.


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