Saturday, February 28, 2015
Music Project
I have decided to write and post one new instrumental song every two weeks starting today (basically March 1st). This means by March 1st 2016 I will have posted 21 new songs. I'm excited about this project and seek to grow creatively. Each of these songs will be dedicated to someone. This first song is dedicated to my nephew Ari, about the coolest little kid you'll ever meet. Love you Ari, hope some day you'll enjoy this song!
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Expecting father
So my wife is pregnant, yep, I'm going to be a father. A little person will soon be in the world, and my wife and I will be responsible for it. Crazy. I don't know what all it will entail, but I feel that it will change everything. It will be crazy to hold a helpless little someone in my arms, someone who is dependent upon Charissa and I for food, love and everything. I hope that I am changed by this journey, I hope I let it affect me down to the core.
I want to be present with my children, as they grow and when they are young. I want them to know they are special to me, that I'm willing to lay down other things to play with them. I don't want them to have any doubt that I am in love with them. This will definitely mean sacrifice, but also great joy. I hope to impart to my children hope, the idea that they are good, can do good, are a part of something good. I want to build them up, to help them believe in themselves, in the inherent good in life. I want to show them love, so they can always come back to this, so that they will have a safe home base, and can feel confident to explore, knowing they will be safe when they come home.
And as I seek a loving gaze towards my children, I hope to learn more about the Father's love for me. The one who gave all for me, the one who gives all for me. The one who doesn't care as much if I believe right, who cares more that I jump into his open arms. The one who cries with me, laughs with me, is full of joy when I'm full of joy. I hope this is the example I follow as a father, and I hope that being a father will teach me a little more about this indefinite love.
And above all I say to my kids, I want to set a good example for them. I want to teach them the joy in giving, about servant love. I want to lay down my life for them, like the Good Shepherd has done for me. I want to display for them the redemptive pattern in the universe, that death is a gateway to new life, to renewal, to love. I want this not only to be head knowledge for them, I want them to feel it from me, to feel confident in engaging mystery because they see their father doing the same. I want to live in full joy, full freedom, full grace so they don't have to fight for these things for themselves later on in life, or discover them later to realize I could have helped them with this earlier.
Also, above what I teach them or what I display for them, I know I must hold them with open hands. Before they are mine, before they are their mother's, they are Gods. That is where they came from, that is ultimately what they need. This is where they will find their greatest joy, this is where they will find their truest calling. I can be a guide for this, but I must also respect their independent personhood and the person God has created them to be. I want my greatest joy to be found in them finding their greatest joy.
I want to be present with my children, as they grow and when they are young. I want them to know they are special to me, that I'm willing to lay down other things to play with them. I don't want them to have any doubt that I am in love with them. This will definitely mean sacrifice, but also great joy. I hope to impart to my children hope, the idea that they are good, can do good, are a part of something good. I want to build them up, to help them believe in themselves, in the inherent good in life. I want to show them love, so they can always come back to this, so that they will have a safe home base, and can feel confident to explore, knowing they will be safe when they come home.
And as I seek a loving gaze towards my children, I hope to learn more about the Father's love for me. The one who gave all for me, the one who gives all for me. The one who doesn't care as much if I believe right, who cares more that I jump into his open arms. The one who cries with me, laughs with me, is full of joy when I'm full of joy. I hope this is the example I follow as a father, and I hope that being a father will teach me a little more about this indefinite love.
And above all I say to my kids, I want to set a good example for them. I want to teach them the joy in giving, about servant love. I want to lay down my life for them, like the Good Shepherd has done for me. I want to display for them the redemptive pattern in the universe, that death is a gateway to new life, to renewal, to love. I want this not only to be head knowledge for them, I want them to feel it from me, to feel confident in engaging mystery because they see their father doing the same. I want to live in full joy, full freedom, full grace so they don't have to fight for these things for themselves later on in life, or discover them later to realize I could have helped them with this earlier.
Also, above what I teach them or what I display for them, I know I must hold them with open hands. Before they are mine, before they are their mother's, they are Gods. That is where they came from, that is ultimately what they need. This is where they will find their greatest joy, this is where they will find their truest calling. I can be a guide for this, but I must also respect their independent personhood and the person God has created them to be. I want my greatest joy to be found in them finding their greatest joy.
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