I’m obsessed with my guitar. I don’t know when it happened but someone flipped that switch from wanting to learn to wanting to worship and since then, I’m obsessed. Unfortunately, I tend to want to be alone, something that’s not easy to come by on the Race. Today, I figured out the perfect solution: the park. I grabbed my guitar and set on out.
I decided to call Lauren, you know, for company. The two of us head out when I get this amazing idea, “Hey, wouldn’t it be awesome if I got one of those Asian hats and then just sat under the tree playing my guitar?” Oh yea! We head towards the park, keeping our eyes peeled for a hat. We decide to stop for snacks at the bakery before beginning our adventure. While there, Lauren realizes how much more amazing this whole day would be if she had her paints. “Let’s go get them,” I say. So we do. And on the way back we buy my hat.
And then it all begins.
I never thought worship in a park in an Asian hat could be so freeing. I simply sat there, playing my guitar, as Lauren painted alongside me. Two different styles yet one goal in mind--worship. From time to time I would stop playing, she would stop painting, and we would engage in deep, meaningful, thought-provoking conversations. Occasionally a person would stop by and engage in conversation with us. In one case, we even got to talk about God creating us all in His image and how He’s in control.
By most, our time in the park would be considered nothing special. What made it special though was the fellowship and worship that occurred. Nothing fancy, nothing expensive; just a guitar, some paint, and an Asian hat in a park–that’s how we worship our God.
