Thoughts of Struggling Father

I don’t know about you, but I love reading autobiographies and watching documentaries about famous musicians. I love learning about the lives that shaped them into the creative people they are. I love hearing about the moments that pushed them to keep going. I enjoy hearing about the ups and downs in their careers and the inspiration for the songs that I love. Recently, I was watching the Garth Brooks documentary on Netflix: The Road I’m On. He was talking about his parents and the lessons they taught him growing up. It got me thinking that every autobiography I have read and every documentary I have watched each have a moment when the musician talks about his parents and childhood. Sometimes the memories are good and sometimes they are bad, but somehow it made a profound impact on the rest of their lives.

I don’t know about you, but I love reading autobiographies and watching documentaries about famous musicians. I love learning about the lives that shaped them into the creative people they are. I love hearing about the moments that pushed them to keep going. I enjoy hearing about the ups and downs in their careers and the inspiration for the songs that I love. Recently, I was watching the Garth Brooks documentary on Netflix: The Road I’m On. He was talking about his parents and the lessons they taught him growing up. It got me thinking that every autobiography I have read and every documentary I have watched each have a moment when the musician talks about his parents and childhood. Sometimes the memories are good and sometimes they are bad, but somehow it made a profound impact on the rest of their lives.

To My Boys: …”You Will Have Trouble. But Take Heart…”

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Dear God,

I’ve been lost in the darkness, and blinded by light;

I’ve stood in your presence, but now you’re no where in sight;

You gave me the strength of thousands, but now I’m losing the fight;

I thought I was winning, I thought I was running your race;

Now I’m so broken, all that I see is disgrace;

I’m tired and weary, can’t keep up this pace;

I listen at night, hoping to hear you call out;

But all I hear is nothing…just nothing, not even a sound;