When words aren’t enough, music speaks.
When you’re in a dry, difficult season, lyrics can fail you. But music can fill your soul.
If you’re a musician, you can play music like this. Don’t worry, it’s not as weird as you think.
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When words aren’t enough, music speaks.
When you’re in a dry, difficult season, lyrics can fail you. But music can fill your soul.
If you’re a musician, you can play music like this. Don’t worry, it’s not as weird as you think.
Whether you intend to or not, your life is telling a story.
Every decision you make contributes to the type of story you want to tell.
But most of us don’t think like that. Unfortunately, we coast from day to day without giving much thought to our lives.
As Michael Hyatt says, we spend loads of time planning our summer vacations, but hardly any time planning our life.
But this is probably the most important question you can answer.
Sometimes…pain is all we can see.
Then, its memory passes as we enjoy the blessings of God. But it’s only for a moment. Before we know it, our lives come in contact with more pain – stronger, more intense than before.
The goodness of God never changes, but our life is often a series of changing circumstances.
I don’t know why, but these two ideas seem to be at odds with each other: money and ministry.
If you make too much money, or have nice material possessions, you’re probably not serving Jesus. If you are voluntarily poor and minimalist, you’re probably living the Gospel.
At least that’s what we perceive.
It’s a tension we don’t bring up often. But it’s a conversation I want to have with you.
And I apologize up front: this post is longer than usual. But I guarantee you it’ll be worth it.
True worship leaders are so much more than musicians, singers, and people who stand on a stage.
True worship leaders lead with their lives.
Sometimes it takes drastic circumstances to learn life-defining lessons like this.
I remember it like it happened yesterday. My dreams to serve God, lead worship, write music, and travel were dashed against the rocks.
I was sick.
So sick, in fact, that I couldn’t sing. I couldn’t strum my guitar. I couldn’t actually get up from the couch.