I Feel So Small: A Song for the Overwhelmed
Sometimes life is just a bit overwhelming. Sometimes I just feel a bit small
Does anyone else feel like that? Every now and again?
Sometimes life is just a bit overwhelming. Sometimes I just feel a bit small
Does anyone else feel like that? Every now and again?
So in last week’s episode of ‘Mikey is suddenly and unexpectedly serious’, I suggested that our worship music is sometimes let down by its lyrics. Perhaps it’s a mistake to assume that worship leaders automatically make good songwriters. Perhaps we should encourage non-worship leaders to get involved. Perhaps more lyrical guidance should be given to aspiring songwriters.
This week, I continue that train of thought.
I like writing songs. And I’d like to think that I’m quite good at it. But that hasn’t always been the case.
I remember first being encouraged to write songs by a couple of leaders at church. I was 15, I played guitar and I led worship. The natural progression was to write my own stuff, right?
My friend Alex Boxall is getting on my nerves.
It’s not because he has better facial hair than me. It’s not even because of his relentless determination to turn every single worship song into a country number.
Today boys and girls, we will be looking at the oft-misunderstood topic of joy. I hope to delight, inspire and enlighten you with a few little-known facts about the elusive concept:
Joy spelled backwards is yoj.
Lots of things are changing in my life right now. It is exciting, but it can get a little overwhelming.
I have found that, in these moments, it’s important to take some time to focus on those things that remain constant while everything around seems uncertain.
Momentum, or the lack thereof, is a powerful thing.
It’s the curse of the blank page – once you start eating into the word count and forming some paragraphs, momentum kicks in and it gets easier. It’s starting that’s the difficult part.
I love words.
For instance, the word ‘decant’ is particularly mellifluous. If you have the opportunity to use it and instead you choose its inferior cousin ‘pour’ then we may need to rethink our friendship.
At 23 years of age, I am very much aware that my experiences on this planet are inherently limited. Much to learn, I still have. So I try to hold things lightly and keep an open mind.
Nonetheless, there are some things that I feel I have learnt in my short journey thus far. Nuggets of wisdom. Fish fingers of insight. Battered mantras, if you will.
It’s easy to be cynical.
I have just spent a couple of minutes briefly casting my eye over a few of my previous blogs. And now I’m slightly worried that you might think I’m just a grumpy old man with a distaste for running, Mother’s day cards and worship music.