Don’t Confuse Simple With Easy

Don’t Confuse Simple With Easy

In another post I wrote about Matthew 6:1-18 and how I was struck by the simplicity of Christ’s teachings,  how all the teachings in the Sermon on the Mount boil down to keeping it simple.  Life is simply your relationship with God.

It is a simple philosophy but don’t confuse simple with easy.

Realizing your relationship with God is an ever vigilant lifetime endeavor.  It’s tough and takes work and self discipline.  Not because God made it hard, but because we make it hard with all our worries, cares and sins.

Get it right and everything, the good, the bad and the ugly, which you will always have to deal with, will fall into place. Continue reading

It’s About The Groove (Don’t Be So Serious)

It’s About The Groove (Don’t Be So Serious)

In a post I worte the purpose of art is to fill the void where worry waits to live.  At least that’s how it is for me.

Listening, creating or just thinking about music or whatever art form pleases you can take away your cares and stop them from moving in.

I think about these statements when I play my drums, or write songs, or write poems or even when I am writing these posts.

I think about how I get lost in the moment, how I never want the feeling I get from doing these creative things to end. Continue reading

The Purpose of Art (How to Avoid Worryville)

The Purpose of Art (How to Avoid Worryville)

Some nights when I lay in bed my mind can start to run away with me.  If I’m not careful it will take me straight to Worryville.

I start thinking about what needs to happen tomorrow, next week, next month, next year and before you know it I’m concocting every possible scenario of what could go wrong. This makes sleep and just relaxing almost impossible.

What I have learned to do to combat these worries is to think about things I enjoy doing and solve those problems in my head while I am lying there waiting for sleep. Continue reading

Really Early Creative Mornings

Really Early Creative Mornings

I normally write my first draft and type my first draft of these posts during my lunch hour at work. One day however I used most of my time to finish a set of song lyrics.

Most of lines for this particular set of lyrics I wrote between three and four o’clock in the morning.

I was lying in bed waiting for my daughter to get home and couldn’t get back to sleep.  I probably woke up to go to the bathroom.  Any male over 50 knows what I am talking about.  My daughter was twenty eight at the time but a parent never stops worrying about their kids.

To take my mind off of this worry and to help me get back to sleep I started thinking about song lyrics. Continue reading