On breathtaking

Frustration.
Annoyance.
Maybe a little bit of anger and bitterness.
Really? Everyone else is just here to get their MRS degree?
Really?
This is the obsession.
Seems like every waking moment.
It's not actually.
But it seems like it.
That's not why I came to college.
Fed up with so many GIRLS!
And then...
We're all together
And voices are lifted high in worship
Just a piano
And so many voices
Girls singing beautifully
Living in community
And I'm reminded
YOU'RE so much bigger
Than any complaint
Or frustration
And I'm amazed
Once again
At how you bring me back
Refocus
And it's all good.