Tuesday, February 25, 2014


Though I have been blogging about my journey as a writer, my primary profession is in music. I currently have huge possibilities in both endeavors. It is exciting and fun and humbling to be considered for a national audience in any medium—still, at present, these are only possibilities.

And so I wait… and wait…

I look forward to the outcome of each possibility. However, knowing a possibility may not turn into an opportunity makes part of me want to remain in life’s waiting room. While I’m waiting, things are still possible.

A long time ago I surrendered my life to Christ and with it I surrendered my talents and desires, my triumphs and tragedies, and the long periods of waiting in between. In return, he has given me his peace—a peace that surpasses human understanding. I trust in the Lord with all my heart, and I do not lean on my own understanding. In all my ways I will acknowledge him, and he will make straight my paths.

Friday, February 21, 2014

The Value of Art

My child routinely brings me drawings and paintings and little things she has made for me. I have a fridge covered in her art. I have shoeboxes stuffed with her drawings and her beaded, painted, pipe cleaner creations. They have no practical use, but their value is immeasurable. Why? Because they are expressions of my child’s love.

When I write or paint or play music, I’m simply imitating my Creator in my childlike way. Of course, there is usually an echoing American voice in the back of my mind wondering if my creation might be the next media phenomenon destined to shake my culture’s collective conscious. (The voice sounds like the male announcer on movie trailers—you know the voice. It’s very convincing.) But my foremost goal is to use a creative outlet to make something for my Father.

When my stories are read by the world, the literati may see a waste of ink and the corporations may see no potential for profit. When I play bass, I may feel small comparing myself to other players in this savant-stuffed music mecca. But if I am truly writing or playing to praise my God, the point is not whether the art I produce has worldly use. The point is whether my creation has eternal value.

My God had all of my days written in His book before I lived one of them. My God knows my thoughts and my habits and every word on my tongue before I speak it. My God knit me together while I was in my mother’s womb. No matter how immensely I may love my child, I can still only love her with a fraction of the love my God has for me. And that lets me know that my creations have value to Him.