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The Real Enemy Was Never Babylon’s Cruelty: It Was Its Comfort

Yesterday I talked about the question at the heart of “Bring Us Home”: how do you ache for a home you’ve never seen? Today I want to dig into the idea that makes that question so dangerous: the real threat in this story was never the whip. It was the welcome.

What we expect from “the enemy”

When most of us picture the Babylonian exile, we picture cruelty. Soldiers. Chains. A burning city. And yes, that’s exactly how “Bring Us Home” opens. The Prologue is brutal on purpose. The Temple burns. Families are marched east in chains. That’s real, it’s biblical (2 Kings 25, Jeremiah 52), and I didn’t want to soften it.

But here’s the thing: that cruelty isn’t what threatens to destroy Aviva’s faith and identity. It’s not what nearly costs her everything.

Comfort is.

Babylon was good at being a home

Historically, this checks out. Jeremiah 29 records God’s own instructions to the exiles: build houses, plant gardens, settle in, seek the welfare of the city you’ve been carried to. Babylon wasn’t a prison camp in the way we might imagine. For many exiles, it became a genuinely livable, even prosperous place. The irrigation worked. The bread came. Life went on.

And that’s exactly the trap. When I was writing Nabu’s character (the Babylonian court musician), I gave him a line that captures this perfectly: he talks about his family coming down from the hills generations back, with nothing but “dirt and mudslides and praying for rain that never came.” Down in Babylon? “The bread arrives every single morning whether you’ve earned it or not.”

Of course people want to stay. Of course an entire generation grows up not aching for a ruined city when the city they’re standing in actually works.

The gold is the real danger

In the show, Aviva is taken to Belshazzar’s palace, and the danger there isn’t that she’s mistreated. It’s the opposite. She’s dazzled. Dressed in gold. Flattered. Given music with “structure” and “rules” and “mathematics,” as Nabu describes it: beautiful, polished, safe.

And slowly, without anyone forcing her to do anything, she starts to forget. There’s a moment where she tries to hum her mother’s lullaby, the song that’s carried her entire identity, and she can’t remember the words. Not because someone took it from her. Because comfort quietly let her set it down.

That’s the moment Daniel warned her about. He tells her: “It costs you nothing to wear their gold. But do not let them buy the one thing you brought in through that gate.” He’s not warning her about chains. He’s warning her about ease.

Why I think this is the most relevant part of the whole show

I’ll be honest: this is the theme that hits closest to home for me, personally. Most of us aren’t facing literal persecution for our faith. Most of us are facing something much quieter: a comfortable life that slowly, gently, makes it easier and easier to stop aching for the things that actually matter. Easier to forget the song. Easier to let the gold do the talking.

The cruelty of Babylon makes for a dramatic opening scene. But the comfort of Babylon is the thing that could actually win, if no one in the story chooses, again and again, to remember.

This is why Daniel matters so much in this story

Daniel isn’t the lead character of “Bring Us Home” (I’ll talk more about why in a future post), but he’s the one character who’s lived inside the comfort of Babylon for fifty years without losing the song under the song, as he calls it. He’s proof that it’s possible. That’s why he becomes Aviva’s guide. He’s not warning her from the outside. He’s warning her as someone who’s walked that exact tightrope his whole life.

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Starting tomorrow, I’m going to introduce you to the people who carry this whole story, starting with the girl at the center of it all, Aviva.

July 11, 2026
How Do You Ache for a Home You’ve Never Seen?

This is the question at the very center of “Bring Us Home.” Everything else (every character, every song, every scene) grows out of this one idea. So today I want to sit in it with you for a minute, because I think it might be more personal than you’d expect.

The question itself

In my musical, this question belongs to Aviva, a young woman born in Babylon, seventy years into the exile. She has never set foot in Jerusalem. She has never seen the Temple, never smelled the smoke of the altar, never walked through the gates everyone keeps singing about.

All she has is a song her mother sings: a lullaby about a golden city, doves in the morning, a home that is supposedly hers even though she’s never been there.

And one night, she finally says what she’s been feeling for years:

“How do I grieve a home I’ve never had?”

That line is the thesis of the entire show.

Why this isn’t just an ancient question

Here’s what struck me as I was writing this: Aviva’s question isn’t really about Jerusalem. Not only, anyway. It’s about inheritance. It’s about carrying something (a longing, a calling, a faith, an identity) that was handed to you by people who lived it firsthand, when you’ve only ever known it secondhand.

I think about this in terms of faith all the time. So many of us were raised on stories of what God has done, what He’s promised, what “home” (eternal home) actually means. We sing about it. We believe it. But most of us haven’t seen it yet either. We’re carrying an ache for something we know is real, even though we’ve never stood in it.

Aviva’s question, how do you ache for a home you’ve never seen, is every believer’s question, if you really sit with it.

The twist: maybe the ache IS the proof

Here’s where the theme really opens up for me. In the show, Aviva’s “I want” song is called “Why Must I Weep,” and by the end of it, she starts to wonder something different. What if the weight she feels, the longing itself, isn’t a sign that the city is fake or far away?

What if the ache is proof that the city is real?

You don’t grieve for things that never existed. You don’t carry homesickness for a place with no name. The very fact that something in her aches for Jerusalem, a place she’s never seen, might be the strongest evidence she has that it’s real, and that it’s hers.

I love that idea so much. I think it’s true for us too. That longing for “home” (for restoration, for things to be made right, for the life we sense we were made for) isn’t a flaw. It might be the most honest thing about us.

The real enemy isn’t what you’d think

There’s a second layer to this theme that I’ll dig into more in a future post, but I want to plant it here: in “Bring Us Home,” the real danger Aviva faces isn’t Babylon’s cruelty. It’s Babylon’s comfort. It’s so much easier to stop aching for home when home is hard to remember and the life in front of you is easy.

That tension, between the ache that keeps you tethered to where you’re going and the comfort that tries to convince you to stop caring, runs through this entire story.

I want to hear from you

This question has been sitting with me for months now, and I don’t think I’m done with it. So I want to ask you directly:

💬 Comment below and tell me: is there something in your life you’ve ached for without ever having “had” it? A calling, a relationship, a season of healing, a sense of home? I’d love to hear how you’ve carried that.

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Tomorrow, I want to talk about the other side of this theme: why I believe the real enemy in this story was never Babylon’s cruelty.

July 10, 2026
Why I’m Calling It “Bring Us Home”: The Story Behind the Title

Titles matter to me. A title isn’t just a label, it’s a promise. It tells you what kind of story you’re walking into before you’ve heard a single note. So today I want to talk about why this musical is called “Bring Us Home,” and why that phrase ended up doing double duty in a way I didn’t fully plan, but that I now think is one of my favorite things about the whole project.

It starts with Psalm 137

Almost everything about this musical grows out of one psalm: Psalm 137. If you’ve never read it, it’s the lament of the Jewish exiles sitting by the rivers of Babylon, weeping when they remember Zion. It’s the psalm that gives us the image of harps hung in the willow trees. It’s the psalm with that gut-punch line: “How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?”

That psalm is the emotional DNA of this whole show. The setting, the ache, the refusal to perform their sacred songs for their captors: it’s all there. And underneath all of it is one simple, desperate cry: bring us home.

The opening number, and the title

The very first song in the musical is called “Bring Us Home.” It’s sung by the company as the exiles are marched out of a burning Jerusalem and into captivity. It’s a cry: raw, communal, and immediate. Nobody on that stage knows if it will ever be answered. They just know what they’ve lost, and they know what they’re asking for.

So the title comes straight from that opening cry. Simple enough, right?

But then there’s the ending

Here’s the part I didn’t fully see coming until I was deep into writing the finale. The very last song of the show, the one that closes the entire story (after seventy years, after the decree of Cyrus, after the long walk across the desert to a ruined Jerusalem), is called “We Are Home.”

“Bring Us Home” opens the show. “We Are Home” closes it.

The title isn’t just describing the beginning. It’s the whole arc. It’s a prayer in Act One that becomes a declaration in Act Two. The same ache that opens the show with a question is answered, seventy years later, with a statement of fact.

Why that matters to me

I think a lot about how we talk to God in seasons of waiting. “Bring us home” is a prayer a lot of us have prayed in one form or another, and not always about a physical place. Sometimes it’s about restoration. Sometimes it’s about a relationship, a calling, a season of life we feel exiled from.

What I love about this title is that it holds both ends of that journey at once. It’s the cry and the answer. The longing and the arrival. And I think that’s true to how faith actually works: it’s rarely instant, but the prayer you start with often becomes the truth you end up standing in.

One title, two bookends, one story

So when you see “Bring Us Home” as the title of this musical, I want you to know it’s not just naming where the story starts. It’s naming the whole shape of it: the prayer that opens the show, and the promise that closes it.

I can’t wait to keep sharing more of this with you.

Stay close to the story

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Tomorrow, I want to dig into the question at the very heart of this whole show, one I think a lot of us have asked, even if we didn’t have the words for it.

July 9, 2026
Introducing “Bring Us Home”: My Original Biblical Musical About the Babylonian Exile

Posting Date: July 8

In 587 BCE, Solomon’s Temple was burned to the ground. The walls of Jerusalem were torn down. The king was captured, and thousands of people (priests, musicians, families) were marched hundreds of miles east into exile in Babylon. They wouldn’t see home again for seventy years.

That’s not the opening line of a history book. That’s the opening image of something I’ve been pouring my heart into for months: an original stage musical and concept album called “Bring Us Home.”

I want to tell you the whole story behind it, and I want to do it the way I do everything, which is out loud, in real time, with all of you.

Where this started

I’ve always been drawn to stories where faith and history collide with real human emotion: the kind of stories where you don’t just learn what happened, you feel what it cost. The Babylonian exile has been sitting in my heart for a long time. It’s one of the most documented, most devastating, and honestly most relatable seasons in the entire Bible.

Think about it: an entire generation of people lost their home, their Temple, their identity, and had to figure out how to keep their faith alive in a foreign land that wanted them to forget who they were. Some of them never saw Jerusalem fall. Some of them were born in exile and never saw Jerusalem at all.

That second group is where this whole musical started for me.

The question that started it all

What if you grew up hearing your mother sing about a home you’ve never seen? What if everyone around you talks about Jerusalem (its gates, its Temple, its mornings full of doves) but all you’ve ever known is the riverbank in Babylon?

How do you ache for a home you’ve never seen?

That question became the heart of “Bring Us Home.” It’s the question my lead character, Aviva, asks. And honestly? It’s a question I think a lot of us carry in some form, whether it’s about heaven, about a calling, about a version of ourselves we haven’t become yet.

What “Bring Us Home” actually is

“Bring Us Home” is a full original stage musical (book, music, and lyrics) built around the Babylonian exile and the return to Jerusalem under Cyrus’s decree. It follows Aviva, a young woman born in captivity, along with her mother Miryam (who keeps the old songs alive), her grandfather Saba Elan (a temple harpist who hung his harp in the willows and swore he’d never play for Babylon), the prophet Daniel, the doomed king Belshazzar, and Nabu, a Babylonian court musician who becomes part of Aviva’s story in a way I can’t wait to tell you about.

It’s grounded in Psalm 137, the book of Daniel, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, and Ezra. Every song is original, but every song is rooted in real Scripture and real history.

Why I’m sharing this with you

Because this is the biggest creative project I’ve ever taken on, and I want you to be part of it from the very beginning. Over the next few weeks, I’m going to walk you through the whole thing: the theme, the characters, the research, the songs, and yes, even the messy, very human process of how it all actually got made (including some Suno AI moments that still make me laugh).

This is just the introduction. There’s so much more coming.

Come on this journey with me

If this story already has you curious, here’s how to stay close to it:

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This is just the beginning. Jerusalem fell in 587 BCE, but this story isn’t about the fall. It’s about what happens seventy years later, when a girl who’s never seen home has to decide whether to walk toward it.

More tomorrow. 🎵

July 8, 2026
The Notebooks in the Closet: How a $0.25 Target Find Cracked My Heart Wide Open

I was not looking for treasure today. I was looking for tape.

I was digging through the closet in my office, past the safe, past a box of DVDs I still refuse to let go of (don’t judge me, we all have one), and my hand landed on something spiral-bound. Then another. Then another. All different colors, purchased different years. By the time I sat back on my heels, I had six college-ruled spiral notebooks stacked in my lap, the kind you’d grab off a Target back-to-school shelf for a quarter back in the day. A quarter! I think they’re two dollars now if they’re a penny. Inflation has come for even our notebooks, y’all.

I didn’t open the first one expecting anything. I thought maybe old to-do lists, maybe some scratch paper from a job I don’t even remember having. Instead, I opened a time capsule of my own handwriting: dated pages, undated pages, poems, journal entries pouring out feelings I’d clearly needed to pour out somewhere, and songs. So many songs. Most of them complete with chord charts scribbled in the margins, like twenty-something me knew exactly what she was doing even when the rest of her life felt like she had no idea.

Reading My Own Heart From Twenty Years Ago

Here’s the part I didn’t expect: reading those pages made me sad for her. For me. For the girl writing at midnight about heartbreak and loneliness and love she wasn’t sure would ever show up. Page after page of raw, unfiltered emotion, and somewhere around notebook three, I had the very clear thought: she needed a therapist. Or anti-depressants. Or honestly, both. Twenty-plus years ago, and I’m just now seeing it in black and white, ink smudged, pages worn soft at the corners.

But here’s the thing about a songwriter’s heart: even in the middle of the ache, she kept writing. She kept turning pain into melody, into rhyme, into something that might one day be sung out loud instead of just felt in silence. That’s the gift and the burden of being a lyricist. You don’t just feel things. You have to write them down until they make sense.

And now, twenty years later, I get to be the one who finally gives those songs the ending they were waiting for.

Bringing the Notebooks Back to Life

This is where it got really fun. I started using Claude to help transcribe my absolute chicken scratch handwriting, because let’s be honest, songwriter handwriting in the heat of inspiration is not exactly calligraphy. Claude helped me decode the scribbles, fill in the blanks where pages faded or ink smudged, and gently polish these decades-old drafts into full, sing-ready songs, while keeping every ounce of my original heart intact. Then I take those lyrics into Suno AI to actually produce the music, turning handwritten chord charts from a 2004 notebook into real, listenable songs in 2026.

It’s such a strange and beautiful bridge: my younger self with a pen and a notebook, my current self with AI tools I never could have imagined back then, working together to finally finish what she started. I’ve already pulled nine songs out of just one notebook: songs about waiting for real love, about heartbreak from both sides of a goodbye, about gratitude after the storm, even a genuinely goofy one about a man bag written with one of the most fun people I’ve ever known. Five more notebooks are waiting on my shelf. I have no idea what’s in them yet, and that’s half the thrill.

Here’s a glimpse at one of the songs:

Why I’m Sharing This With You

My heart breaks a little for who I was back then. But I am so, so glad she wrote it all down. Every messy page, every half-finished chorus, every “I don’t know where this is going but I have to write it anyway”: she left me a gift. And I want to share that gift with you.

This is what independent songwriting has always meant to me: taking real feelings (even the hard, unfinished, unresolved ones) and turning them into something that might help someone else feel less alone. If you’ve ever found an old journal and wondered who you even were back then, I hope this makes you feel a little less alone in that too.

I’ll be sharing these restored notebook songs right here on the blog as they’re finished, so if today’s story moved you even a little, stick around: there’s a lot more in these pages.

Don’t miss what’s coming next. Drop a comment below and tell me: have you ever found old journals or notebooks from your younger self? What did you do with them? I’d love to hear your story.

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July 7, 2026