When I laid out my ideas for my Worship Influences series, I must have had a reason for listing myself as one of my inspirations. Something other than blatant arrogance. It must have had something to do with my 35th birthday today — and my twin sister’s.
I imagine my gift to myself is a short post today.
No, I am not my own influence. But I desire to influence others, not for my own recognition but that God would be honored. Something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately is something that has haunted me from time to time. I say haunt because in some ways I feel like Jonah having run away from Ninevah. For years now, I’ve been wanting to write music but I haven’t disciplined myself to, at the very least, try.
I was a prolific composer in high school, though none of the songs I wrote would I share with anyone today. I’d sit in math class and write lyrics, then later at home write melodies to my poetry. So I know the ability is in there somewhere. The ability to write mediocrity perhaps. But I’ll never know unless I try.
I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’ve reduced my blog output the past several weeks. I’m trying to clear my schedule to allow for musical creativity. To write not prose, but lyric.