I’ve always loved the bass. Especially girls on bass. So when I got my check from the government I splurged and got myself a basic little bass set up. But even the basic rig has its cost. This bass and amp ran me around $4- -, no small fee when I am to live and create off of disability. No matter. I managed to write on it, so it was worth its weight in gold to me.
I wrote a piece about how it felt to live before I asked God to take the reigns on my life. It’s called I crawl like the dead. Going from a job that did not inspire me to a bar to get drunk and forget I was not inspired to bed with someone to forget I lacked love, back to work. It was a vicious spiral. I did have friends and they got me through but I still lacked something else and so I felt lost.
And then I remembered. The reason for the season. (Or rather, I was shook violently awake.)
I was lost but now I’m found, as the old saying goes. I am God’s servant for good. ‘For the one who was a slave when called to faith in the Lord is the Lord’s freed person; similarly, the one who was free when called is Christ’s slave.’ And when I am imprisoned I will be God’s freed bird.
No matter what happens I have a home in my heart where Jesus and all my loved ones live.