Finding the Write Way

The Christmas packages have been torn open, the traditional Christmas meal eaten and now the house is humming that familiar after Christmas melancholy tune.  I don’t about you but for me, it’s this time every year that I feel the crushing weight of the ‘what I should have done’ or ‘what I didn’t do’ items leftover from the year.  It’s my time to look at life in the rear view mirror and wonder, “How did I miss that?”  It’s also the time of year I begin to look forward to setting some goals for the New Year.  I realize that if I set enough of them there will be less that I will break!

However, there is a new goal I have for myself in 2015 that I’ve never set before.  I’m going to actually study, or perhaps re-study, the craft of writing.  In case you don’t know, I am a writer, just not in the literary sense.  I’ve been a songwriter for years and have sought to hone the craft of lyric writing through various texts, seminars, blogs, conversations with other writers, etc. for decades.  I guess it’s common to NEVER feel like you’ve ‘arrived’ as a writer.  In fact, while attending a seminar on songwriting I presented one of my pieces, which is always like showing folks your new baby!  You’re always afraid someone will think it’s ugly! After I presented my piece, complete with original text, one of the clinicians said, “Very nice lyric” to which I said, “I struggle as a lyricist” to which he replied, “Keep struggling!”

peninkwellThat’s it!  You’ve got to keep struggling, because you never really arrive!  I can imagine that even world-renowned writers, once they finish a manuscript and it is published sit back and say, “I could have done such and such better”, or something to that effect.

While I did take the obligatory writing classes in college, as part of my non-major degree, there has always been a part of me that desires to acquire more and more expertise as it relates to good writing.

So for 2015, I’m lining up resources I already own, Natalie Goldberg’s “Writing Down the Bones”, Sheila Davis’ “The Craft of Lyric Writing”, and some new editions, and I’m diving into the process of discovering the ‘right way’ to write!  Or, at least beginning the process of becoming a better writer.

I look forward to reading good blogs, posts or articles as they always inspire!

Keep on writing, keep on editing and keep on learning!

The Symphony of All Time

God has been conducting an orchestra of time since before the foundation of the word.  It is a symphony of the billiions of lives that have been, and will be, in this world.  Each life is playing its own unique part.  God is the only One who hears the blended music of these combined lives.  In fact, God Himself wrote the score.  We try our best to follow every gesture of His hand as we faithfully play our individual part in this great Symphony of All Time.

Our individual parts, while together yield beautiful harmonies, individually can be disjointed or obtuse to our ears. Our individual part might sound disconnected from the whole, it sounds incomplete or lacking.  The individual part we play doesn’t make sense on its own It might be a difficult part, just like our lives don’t make sense, or might be difficult at times.  Sometimes, our part might be a little easier.  Sometimes, our part is harmonious and tonal, other times it is dissonant and atonal.

conductor-hands-sized2Meanwhile, we faithfully focus on the part placed before us and try with all of our might to play it the best we can.  We struggle with it, we get frustrated with it, we play it over and over again, making our best effort to put all the notes in just the right place.  We work out the rough places before we feel comfortable presenting it to the world.  We feel like every mistake is heard and we cringe at wrong notes.  We might be ashamed of the way our part sounds until we perfect it.  Too many times, we never reach perfection, yet we keep aiming higher and higher.

We are surrounded by fellow musicians.  They are playing their own part in this symphony of time.  We lean on each other for support.  Sometimes we don’t notice the part they are playing, we’re too busy focusing on our own.  Yet every now and then, we hear how our part meshes with theirs, and we smile.  We’re comforted and inspired by the fact that our parts are working together as part of a greater composition; a harmonious whole.  During this great symphony of time we are connected with our fellow musicians by the hand of the Great Conductor, we follow His every gesture as He works tirelessly to pull our music out of us.

violin-old-new-670So we play on, each note, each phrase, each section, bringing us closer and closer to the grand finale of this wonderful work.  When we begin playing, the end of the score seems so far away, even unattainable, yet the more we play, the more we enjoy the music, the more we throw ourselves into the performance, we quickly realize the end is approaching all too soon and before we know it, we’re at the coda, and then the music is ending.  Fine.  Complete.  Our part in this great Symphony of All Time is finished.  It is then that we pack up our instruments, gently lay them in their cases, say our goodbyes and head home.  Our seat is empty, the music of our lives is silent, and it is time for someone else to take up their instument and play their part.

This Life I Live

Today’s blog is a short poem, reflecting on this life I live, on the life each of us have been so graciously given. #bethankful

Each sunset, a reminder of Your presence through the night. 
Every sunrise shows Your mercy, shining new and bright. 

May I always pause to thank You for the fullness of my days;
And lift praise to You alone for the morning’s first soft rays. 

For it’s only by Your hand I can lay my soul to sleep,
And it’s only by your grace alone, another day I’m blessed to keep. 

So forgive me when I live, as if life somehow deserved;
Was always promised to me, as I journey through this world. 

Now that age has been my blessing, and more days have come to me;
I’ve quickly come to realize, just how fleeting life can be. 

I humbly take my place in time, a vapor, mist and breath;
And thank You once again for any time I might have left. 

Autumn’s Annual Abashment

fall+picFor me this time of year, autumn, fall, whichever word you choose to use, is filled with a sort of discomforting or unsettledness in my soul.  I’m not really sure why, but when I found this quote, it helped me to at least start to understand this annual event and how it affects me so deeply.

It was Stanley B. Horowitz, a prominent leader and humanitarian in the Jewish community, that said, “Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.”

As the calendar seems to tumble quickly into the autumn season, a kind of melancholy mood mixes with the elation of seeing the glorious fireworks of nature that are on display this time of year.  I’m not sure why that with the rainbow-colored sunsets, the crispness of the air, the first smell of smoke from fireplaces and the rich depth of brilliant color all around, I being feeling this way. Each autumn, I experience a convergence of the entire year that has passed and quickly realize that we’re staring winter in its ugly face.

It might possibly be the sadness that another summer has faded away.  Or, maybe it’s the thought of winter’s icy grip coming just around the corner.  Perhaps it’s that the serene images of spring have long ago left my memory, who knows.  What I do know is that autumn has become kind of reckoning of all things regarding life for me.

In autumn, you see the death of things living, but in their death there is glorious beauty.  Isn’t it that way with us mortals as well, especially when that one knows they will be with God after leaving this earth?  It is certainly a spiritual event when a person passes from life unto death.  We don’t understand it, we cry, we grieve, we ask why, but how many times have you heard loved ones, who gather around the bedside of someone who has just been ushered from this world into the next say, “They had such a peaceful expression on their face when they passed.”  I know I have, and maybe a bit of that is reflected in nature during this time of year.

Yes, a lot of things that were vibrant and alive during spring and summer are now dying.  Yes, winter will continue complete this process and freeze nature until the warmth of spring will allow it to burst forth with life once again.  So we see it in a person that is passing from life unto death when they have secured their glorious eternal future through Jesus Christ.

I’ve found that it’s this convergence of all the seasons of the year, and what they each represent, that creates this annual discomforting, or discontentment in my soul.  It is nature’s visual representation of our mortal lives passing from life to death.  It is not unlike the fact that when someone dies, you often hear them talk about their entire life passing before eyes.  So I get it more now than ever before!  We see all the seasons of the year crammed into autumn because we experience the passing of spring and summer and nature preparing itself for the winter to come!

It is often said that ‘art imitates life’, I would like to suggest that ‘nature imitates life’ on a much deeper, yet often unnoticed level.



We Play Like We Think

This is going to be a musicians post.  It actually will apply primarily to musicians who play in a church, or religious setting.  It doesn’t mean if you’re not an instrumental musician, instrumentalist if you will, or maybe just a musical person, you can’t read it.  But be forewarned, you might not ‘connect’ to it if you’ve never been in the heat of a performance playing a musical instrument.  
 The reason this applies primarily to instrumentalists and not vocalists (singers) is that, well, just read the article, I think you’ll figure it out!


Our worship pastor shared in a seminar recently about the importance of ‘watching our words’ during worship.  The premise was thinking through the lyrics we sing and making song choices that center on God, His characteristics, attributes and His glory.  I started thinking about this verse, Psalm 19:14, in light of hearing him speak, “Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart, be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer”, and how what he was pointing to, and what this verse says, might apply to instrumentalists during worship, or any setting for that   matter.

So I started talking about this last week in rehearsal and challenged our instrumentalists to think about what they think about while they are playing.  Are they meditating on the lyrics?  Are they focusing on the God as they play? Are they thinking about the next note(s)?  What is on their mind and in their heart as they play.

Personally, I find myself almost ‘day-dreaming’ at times when I play during worship.  I’m a little ADD so that doesn’t help! It’s easy for me to be singing, or playing and my mind is a thousand thoughts away from ‘the moment.”  Sure, I get it, we can almost be mechanical or rote if we’ve played a tune many  times before.  It’s also easy, as musicians, to get caught up in the chord structures (or lack of at times), or the harmonic progression, or groove, or what the guitar playing is doing.  Of course we all wonder what the guitar player is doing at times!

But you see, it’s easy to be distracted by anything and everything during worship.  This is especially true as instrumentalists.  I remember a friend of mine saying he used to have his players write the lyrics in their music to help them focus on the message.  Great idea!  Whatever it takes to get the ‘meditation of our heart’ moving in the right direction is worth the time!  During the ‘heat of the moment’ in a service it’s easy to forget Who we should be focusing on, I believe this is especially true for instrumentalists given all of the technical things that can, and often do distract us.


I know I’m challenging myself with this and also our players and hope it sinks in more and more.  Verse 14 in Psalm 19 follows beautiful descriptions of the heavens proclaiming God’s glory even though we never hear it audibly, at least not with human ears, and how they also reveal God’s glory.  The Psalmist also recognizes the absolute sovereignty and purpose of God’s Word, and His eternal and never-changing truths.  All followed up by a prayer-like response of repentance and humility.  Do these go hand in hand?  Absolutely!  When we direct our mind’s focus and our heart’s desire solely on God’s glory and worship of Him, we will desire to live according to His Word and be humbled by His great power and glory!  We will be changed!  Even while playing an instrument!

So it should be during worship.  If our focus, as we play, is on anything else but God and His greatness, what we give to Him will not be acceptable in His sight.  The challenge for us, and our players, is to keep that thought at the forefront of what we ‘present’ to Him in worship each week.  In fact, it doesn’t even have to be during a worship service!

My prayer, the Psalmist’s prayer, is that everything I say and do and think about during Sunday worship, and my daily worship, will be acceptable and pleasing in His sight.  Nobody else matters, including, most of all, myself.

Dying Can Be Complicated

My mother has been diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer, she is 89.  In fact, she just turned 89 a few weeks ago.  It has taken us all by surprise.  This is a woman who has been widowed for almost 40 years and has lived by herself longer than she was married.  Hospice is at her home most everyday now and the Oncologist has not give her very long.  Of course, we know the One who gives life has already numbered her days and they, like ours, are in His hands.

She is at peace, and after speaking to the doctor has felt like it is best not to have surgery to remove the already large tumor.  Chemo is not in the picture. She is at a place where she knows what is next and has accepted it with grace and beauty. In fact, one of the great things about my mom is she still has her wit and sense of humor.  And this in spite of the fact that her life hasn’t been easy.  She has shared bits and pieces of her life with me from time to time and from those I’ve discerned it to be, let’s just say, less than comfortable.

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She and my dad were great together!  They shared life, work, struggles, triumphs and everything you can imagine.  I can always remember them as being happy and content, whether they had a little, or a lot.  They never really had a lot by the world’s standards but were two of the most loving and happy people I know.  My mother continued to pour into me in every way possible and I thank God for her life.

So, we’ve been dealing with a lot of what you would expect when a parent comes to the end of their life.  She still lives in the same house I was raised in, so there’s that to deal with.  We’ve talked about her dying and her wishes.  She has planned extremely well.  All of her documents and articles are in order and well managed.  If there is such as a thing during this time as easy, it would only be associated with how prepared she has made herself for this time of life.  She is an amazing woman.

We were at the attorney’s office the other day dealing with some legal issues.  After signing some legal documents, she turns to the attorney and says, “I never realized dying could be so complicated!”  She had everyone in the conference room laughing!  It was a wonderful moment and a small glimpse into where she is with life, or perhaps death, right now.  Her quip was loaded with truth.

The actual moment of our death is the total antithesis of complicated.  It’s everything in between, and what is left to deal with on earth that is complicated.  The legalities, the insurance, the burial, the obituary, the selling of an estate; it goes on and on.  It can take weeks, months or years.  Then there is the emotional aftermath of our lives.  We are the ones who have to pick the pieces of our souls and carry on.

Complicated?  Absolutely.  Yet there is also a beauty and grace in the death of someone who has lived their life to the full.

It’s the ending to a beautiful symphony, a sunset that takes your breath away, a lone eagle flying off into the distance.  We should all die that way.

Uncomplicated and full of grace.

Leankit – Electronic To-Do list manager

Ran across this review on an interesting piece of software. In my old(er) age *wink*, I find myself in desperate need to get organized! Being a right-brain kind of guy, I REALLY need help with this!

I think I’ll try it. Not sure which platform it works on (Mac-PC) but it looks like something that could work!

Live to Write - Write to Live

Every once in a while, you come across a tool that you just need to crow about.

A little background – every morning, I sit down and write my to-do list. In the past, I’d either write it in a notebook or on separate index cards.

Trouble was, if I lost the cards or notebook – well you know that expression, out of sight, out of mind – I’d lose track of my tasks. I also used white index cards, where one card looked like another. I never knew *at a glance* who needed what. What I needed to do was just a big pile of sameness. It was an adequate (not great) system, as long as I didn’t misplace anything or have a priority that I had forgotten about.

I’m not ever sure how I found the website, but I one day stumbled across Leankit at


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All Things Medical, All Things God…

ARC_Logo_Bttn_Vert_CMYKDateline, Wednesday, August 13, 2014.

Here’s the latest update from the medical front.  So, more rejection, but thanks be to God it is only an A1 rejection again this time!  For those of you that aren’t familiar, rejection of any transplanted organ is rated on a scale, A1-A4.  And as far as I know, that’s it.  A1 being the smallest amount of detectible rejection, and A4 being the more severe.  The rejection is determined from tissue taken during the Bronchoscopy procedure and then sent off to pathology.

I’m sure it’s a LOT more complicated than that, but that’s all they’ve told me, or at least all I’ve understood from what they’ve told me.

I’ll begin another three day round of 500mg of infused Prednisone, per day (also known as Solumedrol), on Tuesday, August 19.  I’ll be given another Bronchoscopy, in about a month or so from now, to determine if that has done the job to knock out the rejection.

The doctors have also taken me off ALL three of the oral antibiotics and put me back on just one.  They were fairly sure that’s what was making me feel so bad, duh.  I could have told them that!

I’m also going on a third anti-rejection drug starting next week.  This will be one I’ve never had before, so that should be an adventure.  The docs are still concerned about the drop in both my white blood cell count and my red, I forgot which component of the red, so that’s why they are switching my anti-rejection meds up a bit.

Still slated for more dermatology surgery on Friday, August 22, along with a pre-op for some gastric surgery later this year to repair the Nissen Procedure that has come unwrapped.

As promised, the life of a transplant patient is still an exciting one!  But the Lord still leads and I’m still amazed!

For those of you from Dr. Kendall’s seminar that are reading this, thank you.  Thank you for your encouragement, your prayers and your love!  Hope to connect with you again soon!

I’ll be back to post an update in about a month or so.

Soli Deo Gloria

You Gotta a Problem With That??

I have a problem, actually, I have lots of problems, but I learn to live with them. I pray each day that I’m not too big of a pain to live with. My normal is a new normal, my normal will never be the normal it used to be.

When asked, “How are doing?” I usually reply, “Good…considering, good overall.” Most people really don’t want to hear the WHOLE answer, it can take hours.

But I love what Ecclesiastes 7:10-14 says, and it pretty much wraps up my life. We live each day thinking the next one will be a carbon copy. Sure, our schedule might change a bit but as far as life goes, we tend to count on things remaining ‘normal’. Then, BOOM, our life explodes into tiny fragments and we’re left staring at the little pieces asking ourselves, “Why?”. Or perhaps, thinking it’s all over. How can we continue this journey?


The wisdom of Solomon speaks to the heart of our world becoming ‘un-normal’ real fast. It speaks to our comfy little world shattering before our eyes. When that happens, you ask a LOT of questions. Is that wrong? No! And anyone who says it is, point them to the cross of Christ. Perhaps the greatest paradox in history. Jesus asked “why” so why shouldn’t we. 

And He even knew the answer!

Ecclesiastes 7, in fact the whole book, helps us know the answer as well, and IMO it is this, ‘in the middle of ALL your chaos, the debris of your life, the injustice of this world, the inequity that is around us, the moments of all we think unfair; there is One that NEVER changes and holds it ALL together.’

God has made things crooked for a purpose and a reason. You gotta problem? Did you ever think perhaps God gave it to you intentionally, just to remind you that you are NOT God.

10 Say not, “Why were the former days better than these?”
For it is not from wisdom that you ask this.

11 Wisdom is good with an inheritance,
an advantage to those who see the sun.

12 For the protection of wisdom is like the protection of money,
and the advantage of knowledge is that wisdom preserves the life of him who has it.

13 Consider the work of God:
who can make straight what he has made crooked?

14 In the day of prosperity be joyful, and in the day of adversity consider: God has made the one as well as the other, so that man may not find out anything that will be after him.

Heading Toward Disaster (I Didn’t See That Coming)

A couple of year’s ago, I was driving home from church, an hour commute for me one way, when I came upon a horrific accident that providentially, was on the other side of the interstate.  Cars were backed up for quite a distance and the police were in the process of closing the interstate.  However, I noticed there were a few cars that were heading in the direction of the stopped traffic due to the accident, but hadn’t reached the point where they had to stop.

As we passed each other on opposite sides of the interstate I wanted SO much to be able to communicate with them about the impending conditions ahead of them.  I wanted to be able to shout to them, “STOP!  Turn around!  Go back!  There is an accident ahead, and you’re about to be stuck in traffic for a LONG time!”  “You’re going to wind up going nowhere, real fast.”  I wanted to be able to warn them, turn them around, help them avoid the disaster ahead.

Don’t you think God looks at our lives and often sees the same scenario?  In his sovereign view of our lives He sees disaster ahead for us, in one area or another.  Then He sees us barreling down the ‘interstate of our lives’ directly for it.  How He must long to shout to us, “STOP!  You’re going to wind up in a lot of trouble if you don’t turn around and change direction!”

Jeremiah 29:11 in the ESV says this, “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.”   While this verse is specifically spoken to Israel, I believe it also applies to followers of Christ.  God intends good for us, as long as we are in His will, attempting to follow His commands and looking to Him.  But somehow, we find a way to get off course, lose our way and we often get stuck in a proverbial traffic jam.

Psalm 119:105 in the ESV, clues us in as to how we can see the way before us, it says, “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”  God’s Word will enlighten our way if we are faithful to follow it.  And while we’re not promised a life full of “roses and sunshine” who knows, it might just help us avoid disaster on the road ahead.