I’m sitting at one of my favorite coffee shops in Nashville right now…just thinking. And reflecting. And being blown away by how gracious my God has been to me.  

Last weekend, my family celebrated my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary in downtown Chicago.  Pretty crazy.  Everyone was there.  My parents, my sister, both sets of aunts and uncles, all of my cousins, and of course…my grandparents.  To give you an example of what this looks like…we all went on an early morning “family run” along the Chicago lakefront.  We started out by getting in a single file line and doing an Indian run.  All 17 of us.  And this was on a Saturday morning…so we had quite the audience.  Needless to say, we got laughed at.  But that’s what I love about my family.  We embrace these things.  It’s always about making memories.  Anyways…I digress.  If you know me, you know that I love my family…in fact, I don’t even think they know exactly how much I love them.  I don’t think they’ll ever know…and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put it into words.

We had a family “church service” on Sunday morning, and my dad spoke on a chapter in Leviticus.  He spoke of my grandparents’ relationship.  They met on a blind date, and it grew from there.  They faced many ups and downs…but through it all, they stayed faithful.  They knew that in everything life threw at them, the Lord would continue to provide.  They raised their children in this faith.  And in turn, my parents did the same.  In the middle of his sermon, my dad stressed the importance of remembering two things…

1) He provides.

2) Rely on Him.

So simple.  But SO powerful.  

I still remember the moment I made the decision to go to school in Nashville, TN.  It was during my senior year of high school, and I was in the thick of the whole decision-making process.  I was worried about finances…about being far from home…and about how risky it is to pursue a career in music.  One evening, I got home from baseball practice and found a torn out page from a devotional book on my bed.  My mom had found it and thought it might be a comfort to me.  It was all about how God instills passions in us for a reason, and about how God helps us get to exactly where we need to be…even if it APPEARS to be impossible.  Immediately, I knew I had to give Nashville a chance.  

More than three years later, here I sit.  Still in Nashville, and still beyond thankful.  God has blessed me in more ways than I could have ever imagined.  Through opportunities, through new friends, through roommates…through writing songs with other people.

The beauty of grace is that we don’t deserve it.  It’s given out of the truest kind of love.  The kind of love that Jesus embodied when he died on the cross and gave us eternal life with him.

I think I partially wanted to write this post for myself…just to sort through my own thoughts.  But I hope you found at least a touch of comfort and encouragement in reading it.  

Whether it be in a 50-year marriage, a tough college decision, a broken relationship, or a blossoming one…


Love you all.

~ Ben