A View From The Top

I still haven’t caught up on all of the text messages, facebook posts and messages, voicemails, and cards. I haven’t had time to think about turning 40. I know that it’s a big deal for a lot of people, but I just haven’t thought about it yet. What I have thought about is how lucky I am.

Last night I got to play the music that, honestly, I stumbled into writing. For years before, I always wanted to record some music. I had written several songs and even tried to record them, but it just never worked out. One night about five years ago, I was in the shower thinking, which is where a lot of my better thoughts are born. At the time, I had a close friend who lived in Nashville who was playing for several different people around town. Somewhere mid-lather, rinse, repeat I thought, “I need to call him and just see if he has any connections. You never know, what if he knows someone.” I gave him a call one night and explained my shower thoughts to which he replied, “As a matter of fact, I’m at someone’s house right now that I think would be a perfect fit for you. Let me see if he’s interested.” I drove up two days later and started a relationship with my friend Sean that has now produced over 40 recorded songs.

Music for me has been an outlet and an escape. A place to create and listen, write and reflect. And maybe that’s what art is for everyone, for me it has been redemptive. Without the time spent sitting with each emotion, trying to put onto the page what I think that I’m feeling, I’m not sure that I would ever recognize the process. The process of grief, and love, and therapy, and aging, and living, and raising kids.

So, last night I was surrounded by my entire family, by so many in my church family, teenagers and now adults that have been a part of our ministry and lives for years. And each one of them there to exchange their unbelievably above average love for my average songs. And that’s really been my life. What I have to offer has always been met with exponentially more in return. Not that I don’t love well, I do, but I am loved back in a way that overwhelms me.

If 40 is the top of the hill then I suppose I’m supposed to see the past and the future with the best perspective. But I just don’t. The past is clear, filled with love and grace and life and meaning. Not a season without a meaningful moment. The future on the other hand is pretty foggy. It doesn’t seem to get clear until it’s in my rearview and only when I give myself the time to think about it. Which is what this space has been for me. Each of you, part of my journey of reflection- making sense out of life. I don’t know what my next 40 years hold, I don’t even know what my next year holds. But I do know that these past 40 years are drowned in goodness. And from up here, the view is brilliant.

7 Comments for “A View From The Top”


I just love you and your family,Jeremy. I am really proud of you, you are doing so good. I know it must get rough at times, I am just really glad I met you and Tiffany. It is still an honor to pray for you.


These post are probably cleansing for you, but you have no idea how they are affecting people that are caring for an aged parent, an Alzheimer’s patient, a single parent, etc., each person can relate (to a point) to your daily life. You are ministering to others through your personal experiences. Thank you for your honesty, it helps us know specific needs that we can pray about, for you and your precious family.
The children have been on my heart this week.
Praying that God continues to enable you spiritually, physically and mentally to finish the journey He has set before you.
Thoughts and prayers. Continuing


Well, I see that you write music in the shower. For me, the music to my second Christmas musical for kids was largely written between my home (then in Hueytown) and Alliance School. In fact, half a song was written and taught to the kids on the road one day and the rest on the road the next day. No, not on paper, just repeatedly sung over and over as I went to school the next day. I was asked the first day why I said that was only half of the song. I asked the kid if he really thought that was a musical conclusion. When he answered no, I said that 15 miles was not far enough to write a whole song. I mean the road was too curvy for speeding, but not short enough for completing whole thoughts. Thanks for sharing this part of your music with us.

Leslie Bowen


The Lord will continue bringing goodness to you and through you as you live out your life one day at a time! You’re doing an amazing job as a husband and father! You are demonstrating to others how to live and love unconditionally with an unwavering faith!

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