Category: Original Songs

I am realizing more and more each day how troubling and avaricious a lifestyle I have been living. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m deliberately choosing things before I choose God, but I am neglecting to choose anything at all (God included). The past couple have months have been pretty difficult months, and so, in light of being all dried up and without any words to complete my thoughts, I will crumble underneath His majesty and admit, “All glory to God.”

Physical health is an intimidating sea to sail. Especially when pain and discomfort are almost constant, almost daily. However, while He cares for my pain and died to prove it, life is not about what we feel, rather, what we have faith in and know to be true. What most nonbelievers don’t understand is that nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, weighs heavier on you or makes you feel lighter than the love of God. There is no need to dwell on pain, because 1) His love covers it, and 2) He wants us to offer it up to Him. Glory to God.

In the span of roughly fifty days, I have managed to paint a picture of myself onto a perfectly beautiful and blank canvas as an impecunious, fragmented, ill-fated wretch with no purpose. That is depression for you. It distorts your vision so that all you see is regret and future self-neglect. I don’t remember waking up one day and thinking, “Man, I guess I am depressed now”. It was slow, gradual, and it loomed over my head day in and day out. And now, there seems to be a thick gray cloud that my puny arms can’t swat away. However, the joy of the Lord is my strength. He has told us His truths so that we may be filled with joy. Yes, our joy will overflow… (John 15:11 NLT) And 1 Thessalonians 5:16 (NLT) tells us something simple and heartbreakingly profound: Always be joyful. I know that the Lord doesn’t expect me to muster up artificial joy every morning. He knows my weaknesses, and He knows my heart. Joy is a gift from Him, and, believe me, my arms are wide open to receive. Glory to God.

Mostly, though, these past few months have been poison to my heart. It seems most people I encounter are willing to wage a war and spit some type of poisonous sin into the air and wait for the same thing to be returned. And if it’s not that, they are naturally expecting me to be the one spitting. And those who don’t take part are happily standing by with their own planks in their own eyes, firing off splinters and hoping to hit hidden targets. I have been feeling more than discouraged. Aren’t we meant to bear one another’s burdens? Aren’t we called to act in love, breathe it in and out and give it freely? If one person has a bucket full of love, and the other has only judgement and hate, the trade is obviously not fair. That is when we are called to give our buckets of love away, however much we can muster, and ask nothing in return. I guess that is grace. I guess that is what Jesus was literally dying to tell us. It doesn’t matter if I live my whole life trying to stomp on the agony that comes with being misunderstood by those who are called to mission by Christ. I don’t need to beg God to smite those who hurt me. He loves us just the same. Glory to God.

I have said time and time again… If God called me out into the desert to be utterly alone, by human standards, and give me access to nothing but Himself… would that not be an honor? What a joy to imagine a life without distraction, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord constantly, for the beauty of the Lord is so much greater than anything else… But we aren’t called to be comfortable and we aren’t called to be safe. Not in a physical sense, anyway. He is our comfort. He is our safe place. He is our ever present help in time of trouble. He knows our hearts when not a single person dares to. He is enough. Glory to God.

Here is an old hymn that I added to some music I wrote a couple of years ago. Thanks to my sweet friend Erica for the background image and being my company during this rough time. Your spirit is a contagious one.

Love to all.