Carry Some Burdens Away…

August 30, we planned.  The song Burdens Away, we planned.  And then Hurricane Harvey hit as we’ve watched family members and loved ones hour by hour devastated by what most people’s theology says God did.

Still today. Maybe the worst day. Maybe the best day. To share “Burdens Away.”

Photo by Victoria Ashlynn Smith, Hurricane Katrina thriver!

Hurricane Harvey donations are easy via The Red Cross, Samaritan’s Purse, and many others.  My heart is torn for my home state.

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Wild Hymn II: All Days Sacred



I tiptoed through this process. I wanted to share the old songs with my crew, my people.It’ s what I do. This’ll be effortless. But each time, a stone wall came up and a new song came out.  I kept thinking… This isn’t ideal. I can’t sing today a song I wrote yesterday. How pretentious. It’s not tried and true. It’s not practiced up. It’s not “legitimate.”  Maybe it’s not the “RIGHT” one to sing….I mean,   my personality is about to crash into this sacred space, and I’m not sure it’s going to fit.


And then I would see it…  it would happen, like a fresh air coming in the room, better, unique, special, precisely because it was that “song of today” …. like manna, that expires.


Being inspired to trust your authentic expression in whatever form it comes, is a rare thing in a loud world of conformity. (I’m not talking just about music of course.)  And it’s not just conformity, but fear because of past conflicts of what happened when our personality crashed into someone else’s! Can I get an amen?   We start to hold back/push down, or get fed up and bitter and say, “To [beep] with it!  I’m [full force] going to stop dealing with other people! “   I like to go to the piano and hide sometimes. Just being honest.


In the overwhelm of  overconnectedness, we keep it all at bay with our pre-set expectations and post-produced image, shutting out  the authentic expression of today.

We are reaching for the past or impatient about the future, never thinking that the best of life could be in how


God wants to meet with us today. Today? Today is a bust. It’s half-gone.  It’s just not the right time.  Just not feelin’ it.  

We have so many reasons to not believe that what the infinite God is pulsing through our limited hearts to give to the world is appropriate, enough.  I hope this project inspires you to re-think that! His voice in your heart…today, moving you to express that thing, that thought…today.

If today’s expires, there’s more manna tomorrow.  Pick it up and eat it. Jesus said, “I am the manna.” 

He is the mind and heart of TODAY.  What we seek is here TODAY.  His voice in our ear we need to hear is.. TODAY.

These are the rhema songs of the past year.  The “sing a new song” songs. The “I want to connect with God right NOW, not relying on yesterday’s song to do that.” The  “All days sacred” songs.

I can’t wait to share them with you.

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Wild Hymn {A Home Recording Project}

What's your song? Are you still singing? Do you feel uninvited? Unannounced? Unmade? Un-ready? What's your #wildhymn "...each of you has a hymn.." 1 Corinthians 14:26 iTunes: Free on Bandcamp: Wild Hymn Journal/ Follow: Full story: youtube: Bonus Songs for purchase at
What’s your song? Are you still singing? Do you feel uninvited? Unannounced? Unmade? Un-ready? What’s your #wildhymn “…each of you has a hymn..” 1 Corinthians 14:26
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youtube / Bonus Songs for purchase (Sold Out)

{Read the Wild Hymn Journal –behind each song}


Oh, you know that back road path. The one no one wants to talk about, because everyone calls it “lost”, and yet it is your only way. It’s the path that the great writers only hint at between the lines of their greatest works when they just cannot quantify what caused them to arrive where they arrived.

I don’t know – it’s the space where my soul is growing, where you linger because The leaf just hasn’t unfolded yet. It’s where nothing and no one can find you, and you don’t need to be found.

“Where lunch will be weeds and heaven’s conversation,”I put it once.

There, yes, there, I recorded some songs on my old piano in the middle of a random August week.

To document and declare–I’m alive! The wilderness didn’t kill me. And the wild flowers are vase-worthy.

The great machine did not succeed in telling me I have no voice. Nor did the glamsuaries where songwriters became rockstars.

Here, I found the slow pace of growth. And everyday miracles. The nutritional value of locusts and honey. Where Jesus delivered the cream for my coffee – not metaphorical cream, but actual cream.

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Where prayer – laden kitchen table conversations produced overnight miracles – over and over and over. For me, yes, but better yet, for those I love.

Jesus is the abundant universe. I roamed the ends of the earth to rediscover Him.

And songs are for sharing.

My wild hymns.

Unsolicited, unrefined.

May we reconnect raw spirit to raw spirit and feel the rushing wind of God’s love, independent of the lush rug and lamp set up of today’s worship gurus and preaching goddesses.

Here in the dirt. Let’s have church.


Wild: 1. (of an animal or plant) living or growing in the natural environment.

{Read the Wild Hymn Journal –behind each song}

Here’s the journey of making the album: Read more