Your love, oh Lord
Reaches to the heavens
Your faithfulness stretches to the sky
Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains
Your justice flows like the ocean’s tide
I will lift my voice
To worship You, my King
I will find my strength
In the shadow of Your wings
Your Love Oh Lord
One of my friends from high school got married this morning on the most perfect, sunshining day. As we all sang Blessed Be Your Name and this song before the vows, everyone was so happy and joyful; such a precious and beautiful moment to be able to share.
Just spent a solid two hours in conversation with my Masters supervisor and four other students about art, hegemony, politics, censorship, and culture. They’re all about the same age as my parents and sometimes I feel so in over my head, especially because they have had so much more life experience than I have. But today I felt like I could contribute a little more than usual and really enjoyed it. As much as I struggle to discuss an engagement with criticality at that level, it’s slowly becoming to develop into something more tangible and accessible. Days like these make me excited to learn more, to read and soak in as many ideas and thoughts as possible. It’s what makes art school so worthwhile.