Ever lose a friend? And I mean your best friend. Someone who is still alive, but never to be heard from again.. A friend that is fantastic beyond every quality or symbol of character. The kind of person you would write a book about or compose a song for. Someone to go on adventures with who will take your hand and shield you from the fracas. These are the hardest friends to lose.
There's a vacancy in the heart of every person who says goodbye, but never truly meant goodbye. Why do we say that? Why? Why do we say goodbye to the friends we love? We push them away when they're the closest things to sanity that we have. Every moment spent with them is gutted and used as a reminder of how you failed. Utterly failed. It hangs in your mind and presses on your soul. They can't trust you anymore...and why would they? You were awful to them. Every single shred of light they brought to your life was blackened by distasteful arguments and uncontrollable rage.
I had this friend. A friend who was exceptionally peculiar yet brilliantly lovely. This was a friend who knew my world and I knew theirs. In fact, our worlds were the same. Just friends we were, but the best of friends. I wonder now what would have happened if I'd taken better care of that world. Not a world of fantastical creatures or grand appointments, but a world where magic was in a word. A world that would have coffee shops instead of castles, music and art would be our magic, and nothing could stop us. I suppose I should seek forgiveness for myself because of how I treated them. I just wish for one minute that my actions had said "See you soon" instead of "Goodbye."
Flowers can't blossom in the dark. To live a life in darkness is one of the greatest tragedies. A rose is one of the most beautiful flowers ever created, but it's life depends on the sun and water and oxygen it breathes everyday. It needs care and love and protection. It is so very delicate yet its beauty is unwavering. There is a reason why this flower is used in almost every sappy love movie to date and it goes beyond just pleasantries. A rose gives the message that despite my weakness I'm going to be strong and I'm going to be beautiful because I was made that way. To give one to your lover is to portray that meaning and that love to him/her. But why do we have so many people who are dying? Why is there a world full of withering beauty? It cripples my heart when I see the absence of love in people. A flower can't grow if you don't care for it. So simple...so so simple...
A father not caring for his daughter, a husband not caring for his wife, a son not caring for his mother, a boyfriend not caring for his girl. Why? These flowers are dying because of their neglect and they're screaming for affection. An affection that seems virtually unattainable to them, but it's not. In fact, it is very attainable. It's just ahead of them, if they'd only see it. If they could just see that God is reaching out, that he is cradling them in his arms each and every day. He has always loved them...He has always loved you, and no matter what you may think about yourself it isn't going to change the masterpiece that was created when He made you. God's son came to bring you from darkness into light, so you wouldn't have to wilt anymore. He steadies your instability and he wants to dance the most beautiful dance with you if you'd just let him. Let Him dance with you. Let Him pull you out of that darkness that you've lived in for so long. Allow Him to show you the true beauty that He made you to be. In that you will find your strength to blossom.
Swimming. Athletes, children, elderly adults, they all do it. We all do it. Swimming is a natural thing, but it's one you have to learn. Some never learn to swim and it's a shame. But this isn't a blog to inform you of the history of swimming or to teach you how to accomplish a perfected backstroke, however, I would encourage you to learn.
I was thinking today, I've been through a lot. Of course, in the scheme of the world I'm one small person in very very vast waters, but it doesn't take away from the fact that I've lived for twenty years and I can say that I've been through some tough stuff. Before I get too deep into what I mean, I want to share with you just a little bit of the last 6 years of my life. My first year of high school I lost my papa (grandfather) to pancreatic cancer. We were never crazy close while I was growing up, but his life in the last few months were some of the most profound I've ever witnessed. I miss him dearly.
Something much more traumatic happened to me the next year when one of my best friends drowned in his own swimming pool. Emotions can be fickle simply because you don't really know what they're going to be from moment to moment. You know what you want them to be or maybe what you think they should be, but they know you better than anyone else sometimes. At first all I wanted to do was sob, but I couldn't. That would come later. All I could do was stand and stare into the void of my mind while they put him in the only body bag I would see to this day. It was as if I was on auto-pilot and any comforting I did for the family was an experience outside of my body. There were no thoughts, no feelings...just an emptiness. Needless to say, that moment has stayed with me to this very day and I miss that very best friend that knew me better than most people ever could.
The next summer would be one that would break my heart. The summer and the girl. The girl I thought I would marry and the summer, well, I thought it would never end. Both of my conclusions were unrequited and mislead. I look back now and remember almost every aspect of that time, but it's blurry. It's blurry like muddy waters or the translucent glow of a highway sign in the cover of fog.
During these times my aunt and uncle would die, leaving another gaping whole in the family, and in my cousin's heart. I would go through stints of drowning the pain of my broken heart in self abuse and masochistic addictions, only to come out feeling the same as when I entered. I was crippled, damaged, defective, and deprived of all of who I was.
All of this was hard for me, but as I recovered and renewed my relationship with Christ I truly discovered who I was. I found my identity but then came another test. This one was as crippling as any I'd been through before. My parent's separation. This took the foundation right from under me because my parents had been married for twenty years. They raised me in church and loved me like parents should. They weren't always perfect, but they did their best. Despite all of this, suddenly, the marriage that I believed in most in this world was gone. It hurt. It hurt so much and it still does. I had to make a choice though; and this was my test. How would I react this time? Would I spiral or would I keep going? My reaction would eventually be strength. I would be strong...I would swim. I was tired of being weak and letting life beat me. So, in the midst of one of the hardest moments of my life I decided to endure and continue swimming.
The secret is that we're always in the midst of an ocean and if you stop paddling you're going to drown. If you give up, you're going to die. It's something you have to teach yourself to do and it's something that you have to heavily rely on Christ for. Don't just swim for yourself, swim for the sake of those around you and for the sake of all the people that are counting on you to keep going. Swim for each moment and the love you can find in them. Swim for true beauty among fleeting imitations. Life is often cruel and cruel are those who are reaped from its harvest, but let love keep you floating. Let God give you understanding. Let strength and honesty and compassion keep you going. Be driven by your pain to do better, don't be another person drowning in their own pity. Everything will still be there. The tide will change, the waves will crash, the shore will seem unattainable, but you have to keep going. You have to keep going. You have to keep swimming.
Sometimes the best way to help people is to do nothing at all. Pray for them and accept them and be there for them when they need you, but pull away. I'm learning, onerously, the value of knowing when to push and when to let go. Now's a time to let go. There are times when people have to learn to help themselves and to fly on their own, no matter how much I want to interfere and help. They'll never learn if I'm always handicapping them by intervening and not letting them grow. Of course, it takes quite a bit of prayer on my part because I'm simply a compassionate person who doesn't like to watch people (especially my friends) hurting, but I just need to learn to wait it out and see how they grow from their experience. A friendship can grow tremendously as two people grow individually. We have an obligation to be the best we can be, not just for ourselves or for God, but for those around us as well. Our shortcomings effect more than just our own life.
So, in those moments when you feel like you need to push or you need to interfere with your closest friend or the one you love, step back and check your timing. Maybe what they need is to grow up a little on their own before your friendship can mature. True love for another is when you can come to the point where you can give them what they need despite how it makes you feel.
You know how when you're young, the
world can be anything you want it to be? It can be flat, it can be
your gateway to fantasy lands or it can simply be a constant reminder
that gravity can seriously hurt. I've just been wondering...at what
point do we forget those things? The simple things. The things we
love. Everyone has something they wanted more than anything when they
were kids and many people manage to hold on to that for a long time,
some people even get what they wanted, but most leave it behind.
More often than that people are decimated by life and its persistence
on turning us all into servants of its continuous cycle. We all make
our mistakes and pay our dues, but why can't we get past them?
Ask
yourself this question. When did it become my objective to trip over
ground that I've already covered? I'm talking to Christians here.
You've been forgiven! And forgiveness, I might add, is not something
to take lightly, because anyone who's lived knows that in life,
forgiveness is hard to come by. Doesn't that make you glad God isn't
stubborn or unloving like we are?
To those of you who aren't Christians.
Mistakes aren't made to dwell on, they're made to learn from. Life
is too short to miss the beautiful wonders God has laid out for you
just because you want to beat yourself up over things you can't
change. As a line from one of my favorite movies says, “We are
intrepid, we carry on.” I encourage you, get to know who God is.
He loves you more than you could begin to imagine.
So, now I
come to this. What is it that you want more than anything? What
have you wanted ever since you picked up that stick as a kid and set
out to conquer the world? You see, human beings spend too much of
their time trying to impress people with jobs they never wanted or
plans that life made for them instead of ones that they made for
life. I implore you, think about it. Who have you become? Do you
like who you see when you look at yourself? Is this what God wants
for you?
This is a topic I've been thinking
about for a while now. All I wanted and loved when I was younger was
music. All I wanted to do was to write and play and travel.
Somewhere along the way I lost sight of that; amazingly with guitar
still in hand. I got lost, and music and I became strangers instead
of friends.
I know God has something for me and my
future plans for music, or should I say His future plans for His
music. This time I'm not giving up. Perseverance
I'm a little late on my blog for this week, but better late than never right? Well...I hope that's the case anyway. This past week has been a really busy one and I've really been feeling the pressure. Despite that, I have a peace. I'm starting to realize that you're not always going to be happy, and that's ok. Sometimes you just have to get through the tough moments and learn to smile through it. I've got a lot going on in my life right now, but I'm learning that it's best to just praise God anyway. The trust factor has really gone up for me as well, not only in my relationship with God, but also in my relationships with other people. I finally feel like I'm becoming that man that I lost a few years ago. The best thing about it is, I've learned and grown so much in the process that all of the things I used to do I know to avoid doing and I most importantly I know how to avoid becoming an emotional train wreck like I have been the past couple of years. I guess I could sum it up like this...I'm excited about how much I've progressed because it really feels tremendous to me. Ultimately though, I feel strength in my relationship with Christ and that brings me the most joy.
The past few weeks I've been posting songs to my blog that have inspired me throughout the week or that I have just really enjoyed listening to and I'm going to continue sharing those with you guys because it fits me...and my blog. Hope you enjoy.
God's been showing me the growth in my
life. Through various circumstances I've seen that I've learned to
guard my heart and I've begun to have better self-control in my anger
(even though I've still got a lot of work to do with that.) Most of
all, God's been telling me that I've been handicapping myself by
caring so much about what others think. To a degree, you have to
care what others think if you want to be in ministry because you're
supposed to care in general, but I've learned that I can't let other
people dictate how I live my life. God is the only one who will
determine the steps that I take and He's the only one who will judge
the life I live. I have to go to Him before I go to others and I
have to go to Him if I want to be better. I'm never going to be able
to write worship music again if I don't trust in God and let him move
me into His presence so I can do so. There are so many things that
require Him in my life and I don't have time to let other people take
the place of His love.
After this past weekend at Winterfest I was inspired musically by two artists. Phil Wickham and the band United Pursuit. Phil lead thousands in worship all by himself and it was incredible to see the anointing on his life during worship. Untied Pursuit had the most unique approach to worship and a beautiful sound to accompany it. It gave me hope for worship music and it also shook me. God was telling me that if I wanted to do this thing then I needed to stop waiting around for something to happen and just do it. So, that's what I'm going to do.
