Waiting (Live)

By |2018-01-24T22:31:40+00:00January 9th, 2018|DGRA, In The Margin, Memoirs, Music, Perseverance, prayer, Story|

It's one of the most meaningful things to me to be able to recollect and perform songs that I've performed for years, and this one is one of my favorites. It's rare to have recording of the song's intro also, so it was fun to catch it on tape, as well as having my wife take the lead with me. I hope you enjoy this little snapshot of my life and music. Waiting By Joel Bidderman Verse: This road is dusty And it’s getting to my eyes So that I can’t see where I’m going Or even the time But I’ll trust in You Though it feels hurtin’ to me And though I can’t see Verse [...]

39 and the journey

By |2018-01-16T06:48:42+00:00March 12th, 2016|Abandonment, Memoirs, memories, Music, trust|

  Today I turn 39. One soul-training exercise that I do: create space to remember God's faithfulness. Part of that process is letting go of the frailty fixations of my false self (i.e. regret), and I believe part of that process is inviting Holy Spirit to give me proper perspective on what really matters in life. As I approached my birthday this year, I couldn't help but remember a song that I wrote back in 1999, called 39 (a letter home). Anyone who knows me knows that a conceptual theme for me is the fleetingness of life, and in light of that this place is not our final destination...it's not our home in that sense. We are [...]

Navajo Sunset: Remembering to Remember Part 8

By |2014-09-02T01:11:09+00:00June 27th, 2005|Memoirs|

The cold nipped at my nose and lips as I peaked my head out of my sleeping bag. I laid there for a good 10 minutes watching my breath form from the chilled morning air. Unzipping my bag I slipped into my 2nd day jeans and went out to the port-a-potty outside. As I stepped out of the trailer the sun was fighting its way over the mesas as a fog formed over the valley, partly from the rapidly changing morning climate, and the other part from the wood stoves that were already burning hot all over the valley. The sporadic sounds of sheep and goats blended with the sheep dogs in my groggy state as [...]

Manna and Glory: Remembering to Remember Part 5

By |2014-09-02T01:08:55+00:00June 2nd, 2005|Memoirs|

I think that it's funny that when the Israelites were in the wilderness, God's answer for their food need was Manna. Many naturally figure that manna was bread, when the Bible doesn't say that. Manna actually means "What is it?" (Exodus 16:31) Leave it to my omniscient Creator to give a provision that has a name that's actually a question. It says that: "It was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey." So we know that not only was it edible, but it was tasty (however, too much of anything gets old quickly). The eternal question is "What WAS it?" I mean, seriously. Was it angel dandruff, the first draft of snow, [...]