Saint Patrick's Day & Hebrews

I haven't done much to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day (except for accidentally wearing green?) but I did listen to the rendition of Saint Patrick's Breastplate that my friend Tyler made for me three years ago after I pestered him about writing a new tune for it... maybe with banjo. (Sorry, I don't think I have a great way to upload Tyler's version.) I wasn't fully prepared for the emotions that would swamp me as I listened to the words of that prayer. Three years ago I was deep in one of the hardest springs of my life. It was filled with what felt like a never-ending chaos of drama, of relationships crumbling, of people making poor choices and bringing catastrophic consequences down on their own heads (and others', sometimes.) Also, I was getting ready to leave Bloomington and go settle down in China for three years. All of these things have a way of messing with a girl's head and leaving her spirit dizzy and exhausted. Photo by Todd Cravens