Lord, I don't want to be critical of how you've put me together, relying on what others think of me for my sense of well being. Make me a woman who is confident that I am lovable, not because of any outward beauty but because you have loved me from the moment you called me into being.

Our friendship grew out of a tragedy
I've been amazed by her strength
She reminds me what true beauty is
She reminds me when I forget

I love this gal and was so excited to spend the afternoon with her
Our conversations always energize me
She's my reinforcement




Thanks my dear for all you do
You say I hung the moon
I think you've done the same

Broken bone
Bloody gash
Band-aid
Splint
Out the door

I can exist
I can survive
I can function
I can fight
I can, but not well

Fractures
Hemorrhaging
Band-aid
Splint
Out the door

Limping
Still fighting
Struggling
Fainting
Determined

Bandages soaked through
Bones refusing to heal
Battered
Busted
I've been going to the infirmary
I think I need a hospital

She's been one of my favorite artists for years. Beyond swan dresses,SNL parodies and all the unusual things associated with her. Bjork's music takes me to this place that is just simply beautiful, she challenges my own conceptions of art through her innocent way of seeing even the simplest things. I am counting the days until I get to see her live, I've been counting for about 10 years :)

This morning was not the best and seems to be part of a trend of circumstances and days that have just kicked me in the teeth. After some words of frustration and a lot of tears I put on my Bjork playlist and this song came on. As music tends to do, it spoke to me as she always tends to do, it inspired me.

"Come To Me"

come to me
i'll take care of you
protect you
calm, calm down
you're exhausted
come lie down
you don't have to explain
i understand

you know
that i adore you
you know
that i love you
so don't make me say it
it would burst the bubble
break the charm

jump off
your building's on fire
i'll catch you
i'll catch you
destroy all that is keeping you down
and then i'll nurse you
i'll nurse you

come to me
i'll take care of you
you don't have to explain
i understand

I've had one of those weeks.
Sitting in this room
Hearing their stories
Waiting

I started to speak
It all just spilled out
Words, tears, justifications
Saying this is just life

She looked me in the eyes
Tears filling her own
Saying simply
It's not fair

It's rung in my ears
I've accepted my position
Rarely a peep or complaint
Stopping the emotions
Reminding myself
It's life

Is this life
Have I settled
Giving up
Thinking I'm common
I'm afraid

Can I trust
The impossible
Can I trust
A better story
Can I trust
A very apparent destiny

Or will I live in fear.


"You’re common, Cinderella. Your mother was common and so are you. Oh you can wash your face, and put on a clean dress, but underneath you’ll still be com- mon. That a Prince would even consider taking you for his bride, why it’s laughable." -Rogers and Hammerstein's Cinderella

She's had my attention since she was born.
These big eyes and button nose.
Just about the most adorable Junebug I have ever met

Her parents are have had my attention since we met.
Both so loving
Both so caring
I'm the lucky one to have them both in my life

It's been awesome watching Ella grow
It's been incredible watching the family grow
Seeing what God is doing in strong ways.

I hope to document them throughout the years
Her first day of school
Their 25th anniversary
It'll be a labor of love.

Enjoy!

I am in a desert place.
Been there for about a month and try as I might I'm just here
It's not a period of depression or deep wails and moans
It's just.. time
It's a point where everything is hitting all at once and straight at my heart
All the issues, all the crap, all the dirt is being kicked up

I tend to toil.. try and push through all the time
Now.. no matter how I push I'm just kind of here
Everything is the same color and taste of bland
Blah, lame,meh... it's all the same

I used to laugh at my old pastor
The same song would play over and over again
He would sit in the dark with this song playing over and over
That song had power if just for that time
It was the song that spoke to where he was

Here I am with the same song going on it's 10 rotation
The chorus busted through my busy-ness and hit
"Restore to me the joy of your salvation"
With each listen it settles in deeper

The phone stopped ringing and things were calm
I heard a voice saying
"Let me carry you the rest of the way"
This makes sense
This is what will make the difference between wandering and finding home

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White as Snow
~Jon Foreman

Have mercy on me, O God
According to Your unfailing love
According to Your great compassion
Blot out my transgressions

Would you create in me a clean heart O God?
Restore in me the joy of Your salvation
Would you create in me a clean heart O God?
Restore in me the joy of Your salvation

The sacrifices of our God are a broken and a contrite heart
Against You and You alone have I sinned
The sacrifices of our God are a broken and a contrite heart
Against You and You alone have I sinned

Would you create in me a clean heart O God?
Restore in me the joy of Your salvation
Would you create in me a clean heart O God?
Restore in me the joy of my salvation

Wash me white as snow
I will be made whole
Wash me white as snow
I will be made whole
Wash me white as snow
And I will be made whole
Wash me white as snow