Meet me on the corner and we’ll start again.
M. Ward covering Bowie. This is the reason we live, people.
Hope everyone has an amazing Monday. Give more. Hug more. Love more.
M. Ward - Let’s Dance
We sang and the songs
possessed us, so we could possess something –
a life, an identity held in our breaths, individuals held together.
We sang for generations, citizens in nameless countries until
we became our own country of song. Singing our breaths, we moved
into ourselves – singing our breaths to make sure we’re alive,
we were a universal tribe cast into the universe,
singing to be still, a soulful psalm of an outsider
nation singing to belong, to be home.
Because You’re Mine, I Walk the Line
Ultimately, the museum was highlighting Johnny Cash as a person, not as a legend. I appreciated that, because I imagine God sees us with all our walls down, He walks the lines of our internal museums and sees our broken childhood and/or family, our struggles, our pain, our money problems, our relationships, our embarrassing decisions, and still loved us enough to sacrifice his Son for us. He doesn’t mock us, shame us, or dismiss us. What an amazing Father. He sings us His version of ‘Walk the Line' in Isaiah:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name, you are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you.
For I am the LORD your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.”
/// Isaiah 43.1-3
Rest in this today. Realize that we worship a God that walks the line for us because we are His.
Bart Davenport - Wearing the Changes
Newest obsession. The album cover was so bad it piqued my interest, and well, this album is incredible.
Try to make it work
Living here on planet Earth
Wearing the changes well
Wearing the changes well
There is something to be said for first steps. After my trip to Nashville last week, getting myself back to exercise yesterday was a struggle, but I shook it off and took the first step out the door. Four years ago around this time, one of my high school teachers invited me to come to his house church. I took the first steps back to church and community. I’ve always been in love with music and been musical, but always thought I wasn’t good enough. I was invited to sit in on worship practice; “just bring your guitar and hang out,” they said. At the time, I couldn’t even play a barre chord, so playing with other people was extremely out of my comfort zone, but I took the first steps. After playing off stage, not plugged in, seemingly in the shadows for months, I took the plunge and plugged in. Next, they asked if I could sing. My nightmare! I always thought I could sing, but again, I was too shy to make myself THAT vulnerable. In 8th grade, I tried out for a play (which we were required to do since we were in drama class) singing ‘Holy, Holy, Holy’. I was scared, but I did it. They offered me the lead. WHAT? I declined. I wasn’t ready yet, I told myself.
"Yes, I can sing," I answered. First steps. They put a mic in front of me, and again, I was scared. I started with backing harmonies, which I was good at finding, oddly enough. After singing back-up for a while, receiving compliments, and taking vocal lessons, I gained confidence. Now I’m singing lead and think nothing of playing in front of people every week, but all the first steps I had to take to get to this point would have seemed daunting as a huge map laid before me.
I’m taking a lot of first steps lately, and not just with songwriting and improving musically. Seeing life as a series of first steps that you just need the courage to take is a lot easier than taking on the mountain in front of us. Having the wisdom to know which first steps to take is the hard part, but God loves when we try. He’s there when we fall, and like a father he dusts us off, steadies our feet, and points us in the right direction so we can take our next first steps.