The grass is always greener on the other side.
What is it about us that makes that old cliché ring so true? Last Friday, Kim and I went to an Andrew Peterson concert. It was a pretty small venue, and we got great seats. After only a few songs, I was in total awe. I was mesmerized by Andrew’s musical gifts, melodic harmonies, and brilliant songwriting. I secretly wished that I could be so musically inclined. I was bummed — and a bit jealous — that God had not bestowed upon me the ability to play a guitar in a fashion that wasn’t reminiscent of a train derailment.