Yesterday I asked you all to tell your story, of a time when an adult’s words or actions left you positively different. Then Jessica chided me in the comments to go first.
Smack talk is highly motivating for men. Here’s my story.
I can remember hearing my father’s baritone voice mumble through the sheetrock and into my room after lights out. I crept from my bed and knelt in the hallway eavesdropping. My parents were sitting at the kitchen table shuffling through bills. I was too young to understand all that was being said but I caught enough to know there was a problem.
Now I know everyone has a month or year like that. It was probably no big deal. But back then it left me scared.
When I was a boy, on long road trips to visit relatives, I’d lay on the floor of the backseat singing to the thumpty-thump of the highway. In middle school I took up the saxophone. I’d practice an hour before school. At lunch I’d eat quickly and then practice until the class bell rang. After school, I spent another hour or so practicing. I loved music.
When high school rolled around I had to choose between that love and fear. My sister is five years older than me, gorgeous, charismatic, popular – though humble enough to tell you she’s never been any of those things. Back then she was our family’s resident expert on high school and her word was gospel to me. According to her, guys in high school band were dorks and their life was hard.
Now that I’m a parent I understand well why my mom did what she did next. I’m constantly shielding my kids from the sharp pieces of life, reminding them to “be careful” and “watch out.” My mom loved me like that too. For my safety, she agreed with my sister, but left the choice up to me.
Then she made a mistake. She let me work in my grandmother’s flower shop that Summer.
I told my grandmother how much I loved making music. I told her about what dorks band guys were in high school. She asked me what my mom had to say and I told her mom thought being in band could make high school, already a hard thing, even harder for me.
“Your mom was in band,” she said. “All your aunts and your Uncle Joel were in band.”
I had no idea I was part of a band nerd legacy.
And my mom doesn’t know this – until now – but somewhere in that conversation my grandmother told me not to listen to her daughter. She told me God gave me a gift, He made me a musician and I had to be what He made me no matter what.
That’s why I was in the high school band. Yes, I was a dork. But I had all the friends I needed, even if they weren’t homecoming king material. It wasn’t so bad.
I met my wife right after high school. I was 19 and she was 23, freshly graduated from college and on her way to grad school. We were just friends when she listed the requirements for her future husband – the man I desperately wanted to be. I was lacking one thing: a stable income. I knew music would likely never lead to stability. I thought about giving up music for Becky. I thought about just staying at the title company where I worked, being a businessman or maybe even a lawyer. I was stuck. So I stalled; went to junior college, and applied to music schools.
Two of my friends had older sisters who’d quit music school. They told me horror stories about how hard it was and one even told me I could never do it. Life in a suit and tie was looking safer every day.
Then, about this time of year, our family gathered around my grandmother’s bed and sang the hymns she’d rocked all of us to sleep with as kids. She was dying of cancer. One by one we told her goodbye. Her last words to me were “I’m proud of you. Don’t be afraid.”
I went to college and studied music composition. And it was hard – the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I got the girl too, who, by the time we were more than friends, had become a woman who loved me more than stability.
We married and moved to Nashville. My mom, understandably, worried that I didn’t have a teacher’s certificate to fall back on. But the choice was mine. I signed a record deal, dedicated my first album to my grandmother who spoke courage into me, and I’ve been making music for a living ever since.
There have been months when Becky and I have shuffled bills around on the kitchen table after lights out, deciding what we could pay and what would have to wait. But it’s been worth it.
Today, more than 15,000 kids have daily bread because of the generosity of people who listen to my music. And to think, I almost exchanged their lives for a life of safety.
Amanda says:
Awesome. I love this so much.
JessicaB says:
Smack Talk Win.
Michael Patterson says:
You’re the coolest dork I know.
FzxGkJssFrk says:
I wasn’t as brave as you. I went to Nashville to get my Ph.D. in physics, partly to put off the real world by going to grad school, partly to learn more physics, but mostly to be around the music scene. Of course, doing my grad work, I didn’t have much time to devote to my music, outside of singing in church regularly. Now I work as a physicist, and I still can’t get over the idea of music as a career. Which is why I finally put out an EP this year. My job pays well and uses my skills, and even at that we can’t afford a house in near-DC Maryland yet. And I try to squeeze as much music out of my remaining schedule as I can, partly by serving as worship leader for a church plant.
Anyway, I often find myself wishing I were as brave as you. And I’m glad your grandmother gave that advice.
Barbara says:
What I love about this is that you didn’t encourage “follow your dream” at the expense of responsibility. The Lord gave you a gift. You obeyed him by persuing a career that would enable you to use His gift and provide for your family in a reasonable way (even if needing to shuffle the bills sometimes).
When you were at our church for Compassion you talked about the radical lifestyle switches you made in order to serve with Compassion. That is responsible, and reasonable, and super-passionate all at once. This is very encouraging. And very ‘fear-busting’. Thank you.
Tj says:
Awesome story. A few years ago my great nephew decided to join the band and his mom was teasing him about it and I later took her aside and gently chided her. He joined band, has friends, and plays his sax for us every Christmas! Who knows, maybe in a few years he might be making CD’s….. Your story encouraged me. Thanks.
jen says:
Score one for Grandma . . . and us! So glad your grandma spoke those words into your life!
Jenn says:
My grandmas drove all over the southeast to see every one of my marching band competitions and they were at every football game, too. This is such a precious story. Thank you for sharing!
Janet says:
As a former band nerd and a wife and mom who chose to forgo the career to stay home with my kids, I love this so much!
Robin says:
That’s a great story! And choosing the route you love has brought blessings into the life of so many!
DTDorrin says:
Wow–thank you so much for sharing this story. I just started reading your blog a couple weeks ago when someone on Twitter linked to it. It’s already become a favorite and this story just solidifies that. Great stuff.
Amy says:
Safety is the greatest risk of all…. it doesn’t leave room for miracles. โฅ
Kelli says:
From one band nerd to another, thanks for sharing. ๐ Great story! I love to read about how God brings people to where they are.
Ken Summerlin says:
Your story underscores the truth that any of us can profoundly impact a child by doing something as simple as encouraging him in an area of his talent or interest. I wonder how many opportunities I have missed? I wonder how many I will NOT miss in the future because you shared your story.
Thank you.
Kim says:
What a wonderful story.
Allan Spiers says:
Wow! Thank you so much for sharing this. I too have chosen the life that is not safe and often times scary, but it is well worth it. Thank you (and your grandmother) for the encouragement.
Sharon O says:
Awesome writing. thank you for sharing it. My son found his nitch in band, as a little 5th grade boy who didn’t do sports and didn’t fit in well (ultra smart) just not able to do sports a band teacher told me ‘he needs music’. So he became a french horn player. He played all the way up to his 12th grade even in jazz band. He plays the key board, guitar, taught himself clarinet and he is a ‘police officer’ and runs a district attorneys office. So music can help in a leader ship role. I like the fact that you pursued music but didn’t fall in responsibility. God bless those grandma’s.
cshell says:
As a father who is a sports nut, of a son who is a musical genius, thank you for this post.
My son started playing drums when he was 7 (kid is amazing on the drums), he is in middle school now, plays sax and loves it. He is headed straight for full nerd status.
I love him and want to support him.
Linda Delman says:
AKA (Matts Mom) Shaun–if memory serves me right–Whitehouse had a great band. I remember the drummer when Stacy was a cheerleader there in high school (she graduated in “97) The football team was nothing to brag about—but Whitehouse band was outstanding! I hope I can encourage my grandchildren as your grandma did—Love love love reading your blog. We are choosing a compassion child to sponsor–you are very inspirational!
Linda
Katie says:
I was in band for awhile but I was really bad, so I dropped the “band” but kept the “nerd.” I have since moved up in the world: the band nerds let me live with them!
Katie
S. McNutt says:
I love this post. Safe is boring. I posted on my FB wall last week that every time I thought about the fact that 52 kids were sponsored from your guys’ time here, it made me so happy, and was probably my favorite part of the whole weekend, so I can’t imagine how you feel about 15,000!
(Side note: Briefly spoke to your buddy T Cottrell this weekend – you’re WAY cooler.) ๐
Leslie says:
I’m the mom in this story…and I want to be the grandmom. It’s so hard to know how to best love your kids sometimes. This story … gets to me.
Matt McNutt says:
Shaun I see you brought up my past recreational laxative use a few blogs back. That’s runny, I… mean funny. As you know my blogging skills are novice. Ok they have been non-existent. Look at me, here I am, a converted blog reader. No better blog to start with than yours. That gives me chills that over 15,ooo kids now have daily bread. At the conference I was overwhelmed by the number of faces without sponsers yet, and was overwhelmed at how many stepped up to give, so that others may “live”. It’s what Jesus did and does for us.
Shayne says:
How can what I have to say possibly compare with that?
Thank God for grandparents is all I gotta say.
Erin says:
Wow.
Powerful stuff. This might be the best post you’ve ever written.
JessicaB says:
P.S. I do kind of get this on a personal level. We walked away from stability, safety, security…money…when my husband separated from the Air Force nearly two years ago. Being an Urdu Linguist with a top secret security clearance, he could have stayed in the D.C. area and found a 6 digit job with almost no effort.
But, as usual, God has a sense of humor and we really felt Him calling us back home for a time before pursuing overseas mission work. And here we sit. Unemployed for the past year and a half. Stalled in the missions process because of the downed economy slowing the church’s giving, and just trying to hear that still small voice of direction.
Yay for a God with a sense of humor that pulls us away from security and complacency.
Mela Kamin says:
I loved this so much … and thought it was time I told my story in more detail. Thanks for the nudge. http://www.melakamin.com/2010/11/why-i-sing/
Mary Lou Court says:
Love you for loving Becky!!
owlhaven says:
Hooray!! Great story. Here’s mine:
http://www.owlhaven.net/2010/11/02/who-spoke-encouragement-to-you/
Mary, mom to many
Brian Haygood says:
We were dorks? Oh, so that’s what the problem was.
Seriously, thanks for the post. Letting God lead us instead of following our fear or chasing after our pride sometimes feels like a tough balancinig act, when it really shouldn’t involve balancing anything at all. God’s will should be overwhelming, but its so easy to remove him from that status.
Scatterbrain says:
A very inspiring story! Thank you for sharing!