Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Creeping.

Today is one of those days. Nothing terrible, just this creeping feeling. I have this sticky, strange situation in my life that I am constantly trying to control, and in the midst of my failed attempts the feeling creeps in. 

The worst one of all, inadequacy. 

It tightens around my throat, crippling my thoughts, making it nearly impossible to focus on the task at hand. I know that it's a snowball effect. I know that I need to choose joy, I totally intend to, but today, today is hard. 

Monday, October 19, 2009

Cop-Out


Ok, so I just may be the worst blogger in Blogger history. Not really abandoning my blog, I leave it here for all of you to wait (with baited breath). Ok, probably not so much, but those of you who really do know me, know that the last few months have been ones of BIG change, really in all areas of my life...and also some places in my heart. 

And yes, this blog is a cop-out. I want to share some song lyrics that have been my fav lately. Oh how I wish I had the gift of song writing! Here's Need To Breathe's song 'Garden'. These speak to me in multiple ways, and in the last couple months have meant different things and different times. I love lyrics that are like onions, layered, potent, and may cause emotion...over and again. Here you go...

Won't you take this cup from me
Cause fear has stolen all my sleep 
If tomorrow means my death
I pray you'll save their souls with it

Let the songs i sing
Bring joy to you
Let the words i say profess my love
Let the notes i choose
Be your favorite tune
Father let my heart be after you

In this hour of doubt i see
But who i am is not just me
So give me strength to die myself
So love can live to tell the tale

Let the songs i sing
Bring joy to you
Let the words i say profess my love
Let the notes i choose
Be your favorite tune
Father let my heart be after you

Father let my heart be...
For you

Let the songs i sing
Bring joy to you
Let the words i say profess my love
Let the notes i choose
Be your favorite tune
Father let my heart be after you


It's a revolution...and we're starting one mailbox at a time.