"So I sing this song..."

As I sit here writing, the opening line of "Julia" keeps playing over in my head. "Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it just to reach you..." I can definitely relate to that phrase tonight. I'm struggling to write a song, and I seem to have a case of writer's block. I know the emotion I want to convey to listeners. I know the sound I'm searching for. I want the audience to sense the depth behind everything I pour into this piece. Only then will it have true meaning. Listening to my favorite songs for hours has not aided the process in any way. I suppose that is a good thing. I hear unintentional plagiarism is frowned upon.

And so goes life. It's strange to be in this place. I look at everyone I know and marvel at where we have been. How did we get here, and what did we do to deserve such rich blessings? I can only stare in awe and thank God for the moments. There is such wonder in even the smallest things...