I really was in my backyard, at six years old, playing, drawing in the dirt, when I felt God for the first time. It's a story that I've told frequently enough, when conversations about God come up, and as happens with stories you tell and re-tell, sometimes you forget the ending. I was telling the story to myself, when suddenly I couldn't remember what God said to me. In truth, this only lasted a minute before I remembered, but it was enough- that moment, not remembering God's words to me, captured the disillusionment, sadness, and somehow the hope, that I wanted in this song.
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