A Great Quote

I recently heard the neatest quote by Martin Luther King, Jr. He was speaking to a group of high-school students six months before he was assasinated. I think it echoes something I've been thinking about lately.

"If it falls your lot to be a street sweeper, sweep streets like Michelangelo painted pictures, sweep streest like Beethoven composed music. Sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will have to pause and say, 'Here lived a street sweeper who swept their job well!'"

I've been contemplating the different ways I sweep my street. Do I do it well? Is it enough? Is this one little thing honestly going to impact my future?

Yes.

No matter what my life turns out to be, I will know that my street will be swept well.

Spontaneously

So, several things are going through my mind right now. And I'll share them with you.

• My original oratory speech (I posted about it awhile back) was relatively successful. Granted, I didn't make it to the finals, or even the semifinals. Okay, I didn't make it past the first round, but it was meaningful to me nonetheless. I'm hoping I can have it completely memorized by the next tournament. Hopefully.
• Picture day is tomorrow. Hmph. I look back now on too many years of pictures. I wasn't really into the whole ordeal in elementary school; that was my mom's thing. She was the one who did my hair and picked out the outfit. Ah, the days where it wasn't my responsibilty for how I presented myself. I wish I could go back sometimes.
• Some of my favorite words. I know, I know, kind of odd after those two things, but it's something I've been thinking about.

- vivacious

- tea

- cumpleanos (Okay, this is Spanish, but it's a delicious word anyway.)

- light

- carousel

- ridiculous

- fabacious (It means bean-like. I never use it, but that's not the point.)

- indignant

- clarinet

- zinger

- eight

- melancholy

- indelible

- majesty

And with that, I shall bid farewell.

Music

I went to a concert last night. It wasn't huge, it wasn't small. At first my head told me, "Take pictures! Record it! You'll want to look back on this!" But I told my head to be quiet and make room for the music. Oh, the music. I just sat there and closed my eyes to take in the music. It was worth it. The singers had such a gift. We are told that whenever two or three people gather, God's presence is there. He was there. It was one of those times where you just know God is smiling and singing, too. I sang along. Music is to me what God's voice sounds like. I can't wait to be at His concerts.