I had never really considered myself an anxious person before, but one day I went on a walk with Jesus by a mountain stream. He told me he had a gift to give me. Curious, I asked what it was.
We were about to leave the coffeehouse when they came over to the table in front of our couch and asked if they could use it. “What are you guys planning to talk about?” *Looking back and forth at each other* “Witchcraft. We study it.”
Confession: I wasn’t excited about releasing my new EP until last night. My old friend comparison decided to pay a visit the past few weeks. Insecurity joined the party, and soon it was all-out chaos. What if I could return to that place when I was just a child, before comparison and insecurity had stolen my innocence?
I started running into this 60 year old man everywhere I went. It wasn’t just at the same place, or at the same time on the same day...it was random places at random times. And he wasn’t stalking me - he’d already be there, then I’d show up. So if anything, I was stalking him (but I wasn’t, I swear).
I used to think that it was selfish of God to demand our praise. But when my eyes are fixed on him, I forget about myself and my selfish desires, and I recognize him as the highest good and the source of all good. How is it selfish to point others to the source of all good?
I feel like I got hit by an 80,000 pound truck…oh wait. I did. It was 0% my fault, but my immediate reaction was shame. How could I have let this happen? What will people think of me? I felt paralyzed, trying to figure out what had just occurred, unwilling to believe what I didn’t want it to be.
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Easter used to be my favorite day of the year. But somewhere along the lines, the magic of the special day lost its luster. The impossibility of the miracle became commonplace, and my awe disappeared.
On the second day of recording vocals, I ran away. I ran away because I kept hearing over and over, “You’re not good enough. No one will actually want to listen to your music. You think God would really call you to do this?”