When you decide how you will be, you will then have chosen how you will see.
The heart that beats to love, joy and peace finds itself powering the feet and hands of connection, care, and trust.
If all you’re seeing is a war with your eyes, it’s likely that there’s one happening in your chest.
Who knew that when you have nothing to attack on the outside chances are there’s nothing for you to defend on the inside? And that, my friends, is called freedom.
Your Fruit > Your Weapons.
In the end, our greatest questions will end up being our greatest answers that we will live and light up our worlds with.
Ask the right ones.
Seek what’s beautiful.
Knock on the door of mystery.
It will be given.
You will find.
Doors will open.
It rarely takes more than one attempt at something you fear to find out it’s not so bad after all.
Watch a child jump off a diving board for the first time and you’ll see this transpire. It takes a while for them to make the first jump. But after the first splash, the rest is history.
One jump.
Never the same.
Episode 9: Who You Are > Who You Aren’t
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This is really quick and a bit scattered podcast, but I had to cut it while it was fresh. The quote that got it all started from a sermon I listened to late last night from Darren Rouanzoin the lead pastor at The Garden Church in Long Beach, CA. In his message, You Are An Artist, he said – “Who you aren’t isn’t interesting.” That’s a word that is going to be in my pocket for a while. Enjoy. And Godspeed in your music making.
Show Notes:
Sermon: You Are An Artist – Darren Rouanzoin
Song Lyrics: Melody, Trees, Whimsy, Breeze by Ashton Gustafson
I rode this horse like I rode my life.
I rowed this boat like I’ve rowed my time.
I think I’m getting close.
I think I’m almost there.
I reach to the sky like a flower does
Get me a little sun, get me a little love
I think I’m getting close.
I think I’m almost there.
Hold my hand, give this head a place to rest
I’m a broken man with a soul that wants to dance
It’s the melody in the trees the whimsy in the breeze….let me breathe.
Ashton.Gustafson 