To sing or not to sing?

I find the idea of directing elementary choirs something irresistible at the moment. I am accompanying Miss Susie's elementary choir at Travis Academy of Fine Arts this fall. I have watched the children learn music in leaps and bounds, and I've witnessed the magic of Miss Susie's teaching methods work wonders with them. I consider Susie to be a bit of a genius, but most of what she does was learned through music study and experience. Both of which are not impossible for me to have as well.
   The fact of the matter is, I would love to do what she does. And while I know how hard I would have to work, and how long I would have to be in school to get there, I really think its worth it. If I knew for sure that's what God has in the majority of my future, I think I would be changing my major in a heartbeat. But I am not for sure.
   Yet I can't help but reflect that you can be a missionary (my other dream/calling) without a college degree, while its nearly impossible to teach music professionally without one! The logic of the matter leads me to believe that I would be better off with even a rudimentary music education than a missions degree. These are things that I am weighing in my heart and mind right now.
    Last spring I made the decision to change my major from ethnomusicology to international missions. But as I reflect and contemplate returning to Moody this spring, I am starting to doubt the soundness of that decision. For one thing I can't remember my motives, and I suspect that they stemmed out of the completely lazy attitude I was steeped in at the time. Another thing is, I am pretty sure there is not one decision I made that semester that I have not lived to regret.
    Setting logic aside, I am certain that the Lord will direct in whichever direction I should go, and that in every circumstance His wisdom will prove to be the best. So, we shall see what happens in the next months.

This Winter

In the winter-time we see
the falling of the autumn leaves
the misting of the morning breeze
and many lovely, icy things

The boys bring wooden logs
and set them on the hearth to thaw
We bring out coats, gloves, hats, and all
and think "How short was this year's fall!"

It's wintertime already.

I cuddle up inside my quilts tonight
and look upon the silvery light
the moon's soft glow that creeps inside
and makes my room a pretty sight

I love the cold, the moon, the frost
I love the time with family, lost
whenever I'm away so oft'
and can't come home because of cost

This winter I am happy.