passion.

I am your typical too robust to cry at movies or even feel remotely touched by the romance manly man. Honestly, I can count on my finger the times I have cried since the age 14. Family has moved away, chaotic divorce issues have lingered for years, people close to me have died and heartbreak has ensued on countless occasions.

Guess what. I'm that guy that bottles it inside ---but I have found where to vent it; in music.
Music always seems to put my soul at rest. I have been told on countless occasions that I seem to be a different world when I play, and in many ways I am; I come back to the real world because I face the things that have scarred me.

My heart is close-knit with music. I honestly feel called to it. It puts my heart, mind and soul at rest. I have a peace in music that is not shaken. I dig deep into music. I have practiced beyond the point of blistering on my fingers. I have tapped my foot to the click track learning a new technique only to realize I had played throughout the night. I research. I force myself to appreciate genres of music far attached from American culture. I have spent thousands of dollars on a tight budget. I have played styles far outside of my preference. I have passed on opportunity after opportunity for a dream that will continue to ask me to sacrifice myself and put in plenty of time, finance and effort to achieve it.

Music is the thing that has shown me it will take tenfold as much sacrifice to know Christ. Music has taught me that it is nothing compared to what I will have to give up for a family.

What's yours?