“When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure.”
The River road is dangerous to my pride. Do I dare to walk on?
“[Humiliation is] actually a humbling moment,” Zach says, “narrated by the wrong person. Narrated by the world, or narrated by Satan. But when you allow… maybe even, invite: ‘Jesus, how would you narrate this specific moment?’ And how can I look a little more like you by the time this is all done? This humiliating moment could actually become a very real humbling moment. And I believe humility is the greatest virtue of a Christ-follower. I think what makes Jesus stick out in the world is humility.”
I WALK THE RIVER ROAD UPON A PATH PAVED WITH RAZORS
the RIVER road is sometimes paved with razors 💧 i. shadows and silences ~ ii. the last dove's flight ~ iii. the brightest of rivers ~ iv. ruthless trust, reckless heart ~ v. two strong hands ~ vi. these dear wounds ~ vii. the breath of night ~ }i{
ONE DAY will be my last migraine.
ONE DAY WILL BE MY LAST MIGRAINE. I will blink, as the shadows forever flee. I will smile a slow, relieved, smile—and the chains will fall away. I will shed these tattered garments and climb up into the sky, and my very last migraine will be lost to THE FORGETTING.
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Into the Woods
Change is a new road.
The twists and turns, the dips and valleys, the hills that you have yet to climb; they are all unknowns. When you step into a new road, it can feel like you are all alone. Change can leave us breathless and reeling; staggering from step to step, looking frantically down this unknown path and back from which we came. Which way was it again? We're lost.
INTO THE FLAME
The year was 1997.
The time was pretty bright for me. I was playing with a remarkable little band with fantastic guitarist Jasen Hecker and amazing songwriter Ryan Mainierd. We had big dreams. I was greatly inspired by Ryan’s excellent songwriting, and I wanted to write an epic song about an epic idea.
When Midnight Fell
When midnight fell, I was broken, bleeding, and weeping; lost in a drunken haze of memories and sorrow and regret. My last impaired thought before I passed out was that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t wake up this time. I was okay with that. In fact, to my pain-wracked mind, it sounded just fine.
The Grass Grows Blue (But I Miss You) Back Yard Bluegrass Festival
Festivals across the US have had to make difficult decisions this year, and despite the wisdom of holding off on them until this virus is under control, I know I am not the only one who misses their family and friends terribly, especially this time of year when I am usually performing with my band Wanigan and sitting in on jam sessions late into the night.
Snow where to go but up
It's been an interesting week here in the lovely little town of Darrington, Washington and the Seattle metro area. We have been visited by what some here are calling "Snowpocalypse 2019." Or, what people in my hometown of Coeur d'Alene would have called, "Sunday afternoon."
Let the Fire fall, let the Wind blow...
...let Your glory come down.
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