Hello! Thanks again for listening to my music. My hope in creating the music that I do is far more than just selling records or even that you like them, but my hope is that it affects your life by inspiring you to change the world for the better, or compelling you to seek the purest and most beneficial personal changes in your life.
Therefore, I would like to hear your stories of how the music has affected you. Did you hear a song at just the right time, did it address something that you were dealing with and/or did it confirm some things that you were already thinking. Or maybe it was something completely different than what was suggested. Whatever it is I would love to hear it and potentially post it to my website.
So, tell me your stories. I can't wait to hear them. If you want you can send an email to tq@tquanmoore.com Click the "contact" on the navigation bar or you can just post in the guest book. See the navigation bar or cut and paste the url below.
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Thanks.
TQ
Has the music had an affect on you?
Is This Important
Conversation between my wife (W) and eldest child (EC)
EC - Momma, What is this? (Looking at a brown smudge on her finger)
W - I don't know. Where did you get it?
EC - From my ear.
W - Oh, That's ear wax.
EC - (with a slight it of uneasiness in her voice) Is it important?
My wife and I laughed about that conversation for a while. What a good question? Is it important? I wonder how many things that I just let go or hold on to without asking God the question, "Is it important?" How many passing thoughts about someone have I missed because I haven't asked, "Is it important?" How many times have I held on to a wrong done to me without asking, "Is it important?" Life on this earth is only so long. I really want to make the most of what I experience here. My God, please give me the humility to ask you, "Is it important"
EC - Momma, What is this? (Looking at a brown smudge on her finger)
W - I don't know. Where did you get it?
EC - From my ear.
W - Oh, That's ear wax.
EC - (with a slight it of uneasiness in her voice) Is it important?
My wife and I laughed about that conversation for a while. What a good question? Is it important? I wonder how many things that I just let go or hold on to without asking God the question, "Is it important?" How many passing thoughts about someone have I missed because I haven't asked, "Is it important?" How many times have I held on to a wrong done to me without asking, "Is it important?" Life on this earth is only so long. I really want to make the most of what I experience here. My God, please give me the humility to ask you, "Is it important"
Living on a prayer
Last Tuesday, I was in Austin and found this sign on the side of the road. Which certainly looked like the handy work of a homeless person. "Living on a prayer. Please Help" I was taken back by the sign enough that I took it home. I read the sign and I thought, "Now isn't that true of all of us." Take these events from the last week. A couple that I know well continue to struggle with a painful illness that is said to have no cure, a friend just found out he has some form of lymphatic cancer, my daughter was sick with a 105 fever today and was taken to the emergency room, the finances are tighter than "under armour", the car is acting funny, and I have a friend who is working through suicidal thoughts. We are all living on a prayer and we need help in every aspect of our lives. To my unknown sign making friend, Thank- you for reminding me that my life is lived on a prayer.
Trading Up
Today was a early morning. I have a friend that I meet, so that we can talk and pray. So I got up and took a shower and after the shower I find that my youngest daughter has left the coziness of her bed traded it for the comfort of sleeping with mom. My children tend to do this often. Therefore, the sight of my daughter in our bed was not a surprise but this morning I noticed something different. (Probably, because I was a bit more coherent than usual at that time of morning.) What I noticed was that she is making a trade. My youngest likes her bed just fine. It is just her size, it is the top bunk, it has all of her favorite stuffed animals and even her name is one the wall in her room. You would think that would be more than enough to cause her to hunker down and only come out for food, but there there is just something about resting with mom and dad. Eventhough, with mom and dad, there is no top bunk, no stuffed animals, no name on the wall and there is no room, I believe my daughters see this as trading up. As if there is no comfort like the comfort of resting with mom and dad. Here is a realization. I don't trade up enough. Sometimes, I am so comfortable with 'my bed' (literally and figuratively) that I don't trade up to be with my father. My daughters especially the youngest seem to rest the most soundly when they sleep with us. Maybe I will rest better as well when I go to my Father. "Come to me all who are tired and I will give you rest." - Jesus
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