Well, I'm sending the files to be mixed and mastered even as I type. We finished recording last night. After the band folks left, I stayed up until 4am tweaking things and finishing up my guitar and vocal tracks. I had a blast, but the lack of sleep in combination with all the Christmas hustle and family visits has made me a little tired.
The stuff that Christ in us has had to overcome has been really amazing--snag after snag after obstacle after wall after wall... I was reading in John 6 where Jesus said that all whom the Father has given him will come to him. He wasn't stressed out or striving about the task that had been given to him. The Holy Spirit reminded me that when something is the Father's will, the Father sees to it that it gets done. That was very encouraging in light of all the difficulties we've had.
I've had all this crazy asthma, chostocondrits, pulled muscle weirdness with its hospital visit, doctor visits, crazy medications and 3 month long debilitation where poor ole Barry has had to take up the housework slack. You would have laughed to seen me trying to set up the drum mics with my feet and knees because my chest hurt so bad I couldn't use my arms or hands. I was laughing and praying the whole time--a little aghast at the whole scenario. The drummer was supposed to show up at noon to record and I had no clue what I was doing, much less HOW I would do it being in such a condition. I just kept asking the Holy Spirit to tell me what to do--AND HE DID. It was so cool to just rest in the Lord. I don't know if I EVER really do that.
Because I was so incapacitated and the whole thing was literally impossible I had no choice but to lean on the Lord. In the helpless state I was in I just found myself soaking in the reality that human weakness really is a gift and that it makes room for the glory of God in our lives.I'm still floored by it all. From start to finish this studio and all the music made in it has been orchestrated (literally) by God. He picked the biggest techno moron on the planet to use, too. How funny, but how fitting. He likes to show who he is through our lives and if I had any credentials in this area I might get in His way, but as it is I don't know nothin' 'bout runnin' no studio.
The stuff that Christ in us has had to overcome has been really amazing--snag after snag after obstacle after wall after wall... I was reading in John 6 where Jesus said that all whom the Father has given him will come to him. He wasn't stressed out or striving about the task that had been given to him. The Holy Spirit reminded me that when something is the Father's will, the Father sees to it that it gets done. That was very encouraging in light of all the difficulties we've had.
I've had all this crazy asthma, chostocondrits, pulled muscle weirdness with its hospital visit, doctor visits, crazy medications and 3 month long debilitation where poor ole Barry has had to take up the housework slack. You would have laughed to seen me trying to set up the drum mics with my feet and knees because my chest hurt so bad I couldn't use my arms or hands. I was laughing and praying the whole time--a little aghast at the whole scenario. The drummer was supposed to show up at noon to record and I had no clue what I was doing, much less HOW I would do it being in such a condition. I just kept asking the Holy Spirit to tell me what to do--AND HE DID. It was so cool to just rest in the Lord. I don't know if I EVER really do that.
Because I was so incapacitated and the whole thing was literally impossible I had no choice but to lean on the Lord. In the helpless state I was in I just found myself soaking in the reality that human weakness really is a gift and that it makes room for the glory of God in our lives.I'm still floored by it all. From start to finish this studio and all the music made in it has been orchestrated (literally) by God. He picked the biggest techno moron on the planet to use, too. How funny, but how fitting. He likes to show who he is through our lives and if I had any credentials in this area I might get in His way, but as it is I don't know nothin' 'bout runnin' no studio.
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