Week 1 of 5 | August 26, 2014
As far as songwriting goes, I'm as inefficient as it gets. I'll spend 3 hours wrestling with one line. So to all my songwriting professors out there that are trying to teach me how to co-write... bless your heart.
However this song was done in about twenty minutes. It felt like the song pretty much wrote itself. It was pretty amazing because songs are usually more timid when we first meet.
I remember sitting down in my freshman dorm room and convincing myself that Nashville was where I was supposed to be. I decided that majoring in songwriting was my calling because I was "really going for it" with music.
Turns out everyone in Nashville is "really going for it."
I think that all hope that I had for my life was in music. Coming to Nashville and becoming a singer/songwriter was pretty much THE answer. So basically, if my hands stopped working and I became tone deaf, then I would just have to move back in with my parents and lay in my bed for the rest of my life.
But, very slowly and very painfully I learned that hope isn't something that I could create for myself. As hard as I work and as much of myself that I put into pursuing music, music hasn't made me full yet and I don't think it will.
However, I did find what I was looking for here.
It's not the music itself but the maker of music that found me and told me that He is my purpose. That He is Hope.