Thursday, April 29, 2010

New Love Song

I have a nice little mental list of Christian artists' love songs. I can't help it. I'm a girl. ;) Anyway, recently I added a brand spankin' new one to the list . . . "Love is Waiting" by Brooke Fraser. I hope it's okay that I share the lyrics with you . . . here they are:

In the autumn on the ground,
between the traffic and the ordinary sounds
I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through
I watch as lovers pass me by
Walking stories - whos and hows and whys
Musing lazily on love
Pondering you
I'll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell
When it's time to walk that way we wanna walk it well

[CHORUS:]
I'll be waiting for you baby
I'll be holding back the darkest night
Love is waiting til we're ready, til it's right
Love is waiting

It's my caution not the cold
there's no other hand that i would rather hold

the climate changes, I'm singing for the strangers about you
don't keep time, slow the pace
Honey hold on if you can
the bets are getting surer now that you're my man

[CHORUS]

[BRIDGE:]
I could write a million songs about the way you say my name
I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again
and like I can't force the sun to rise or hasten summer's start,
neither should I rush my way into your heart


Isn't that fabulous? This song is so anti-American-Culture. But that's why it's SO Good! It reminds me of that verse in Song of Solomon that goes something like, "Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires." You know that one? I love how Brooke paints the importance of treading carefully into another person's life and waiting for the right time, not the feels-right time but the right time. Anyways. It's late, so farewell for now! Don't forget to take a jaunt to youtube and check out "Love is Waiting" by Brooke Fraser! [And while you're there, you might consider listening to Albertine too . . . it's good]

Monday, April 26, 2010

Blessed

I am blessed . . .

497. Hearing Sarah Reeves (Christian artist) sing at Acquire the Fire

498. Meeting Sarah in person (thanks to my sister's prodding. grin.)

499. Riding the Max for the first time

500. Donuts from a teacher during field trip

501. Going on a shopping field trip last Friday :)

502. Bouquet of branches, green leaves, dogwood flowers

503. Multnomah deposits sent in

504. Just walking and exploring in backyard and sunshine

505. Witnessing different cultures of worship

506. Earplugs ;)

507. Patches of purple wildflowers

508. The story of the woman caught in adultery

509. Acting in a role play at school as a semi-nagging wife :)

510. "God of the Impossible" by Sarah Reeves

Monday, April 19, 2010

Thank You Again

486. Mom's birthday balloons.

487. Making cheesecake with Briana . . . cream cheese wars . . .

488. Laughing at The Point Restaurant in my town during Mom's birthday meal.

489. Doing bubbles with Briana . . . who said bubbles were for little kids? :)

490. That there's still businesses up and going in my town

491. A new family car . . . even if we're not quite best buds yet. *ahem* :)

492. Little girl calling me "Mary" and wanting to sit on my lap

493. Her giggles as we played an updated version of peek-a-boo . . . with a peach tea package paper ??? :-D

494. Fellowship with friends

495. Song "Times" by Tenth Avenue North

496. Psalms 23 . . . life.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Overdue

Hello world. It's been awhile since I've posted, besides the weekly gift counting, and that's not cool because I happen to really like writing and tapping out keys for this little, special blog of mine. I'm not sure what I'm going to tell you, Mr. World, but I guess if you're willing to ride on thought streams, you might be in for interesting scenery.

So, this week marked the first official week I went to school all five days since spring break due to the past two Fridays being off. Such a good thing. The Fridays off I mean. And really, this week wasn't too bad. I haven't had much homework; life has been fairly decent. And I did something new this week. Or it was done to me. I got my eyes dilated! :) SMILE. It was WEIRD. My eyes looked WEIRD. And the sunshine was REALLY SUPER BRIGHT after that. :) It was kind of cool though. I guess my eyes are in pretty good shape except the pressure is a little abnormal. Eye doctor wasn't too worried though . . . I just need to get in there every couple of years. Not sure if that will happen, but we shall see, world, we shall see.

Today I finished reading the book of Isaiah. Have you read it? You really should take a jaunt through it. It's pretty radically fantastic.

PS Currently, I'm listening to Cielo by Phil Wickham, and so far, I think I like it. [I'm looking up lyrics to solidify that fact]
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Okay, I looked up the words. Good.

[Sometimes, I wonder what in the world is going on with you, danae?. My oh my. Some days I'm afraid I go crazy, but it kind of goes with me. Sometimes I think that deep inside of me, there's a very untamed creature. There's wildness. Or maybe I'm just dramatic. I don't rightly know.]

. . . > Now I'm on to Phil Wickham's "Heaven Song" < . . .

Have you ever had one of those days or moments when you just really wanted to go Home? To Jesus? When I was younger, I really didn't want to die. Or be raptured. I'll be honest . . . I wanted to get married, have kids, experience dreams. And I still do. But recently, my gaze has kind of shifted. I'm excited for Home. I'm excited to be with Jesus and to feel His love and His arms and thank Him. To be done struggling. The greatness of Heaven isn't so much the focus anymore, nor the loss of earth (I hope . . . I still struggle with holding on to earth, but I cannot) but meeting Jesus. WOW! That will be GOOD. INDESCRIBABLE! And it will be Home, "where I belong." It reminds me of the movie "Split Infinity" . . . have you seen it? This girl falls of a barn, and it knocks her out for awhile. During that time of unconsciousness, she travels back in time to her grandpa's days and the Great Depression. She goes into that time period where she's seen by others as her grandpa's sister. Anyway, there's one point when she's back in time and had just put on a successful fair to raise money to save the family farm, yet the bank was still going to take the house, and somewhere in there, she goes to her "brother" (really her grandpa at a younger age) and tells him that she really wants to go home (back into her time period), and her grandpa responds, "Amelia, this will always be your home," and she answers again that she just wanted to go home. Her grandpa didn't get it . . . this wasn't home. That's what I feel like. This isn't home. My family is wonderful and people are wonderful, and there are still remnants of Eden in a broken sense on this earth, but it's not my home. I'm glad I know where my real Home is, ya know? Some people still don't understand.

Well, I guess I'll bring this thought stream to an end for now. Mom informed me that I should be getting yucky stuff done first (like homework) before fun. I guess she's right (but it is FRIDAY! YEEEESSSS). So Adios, world! Farewell.


*for now*

Monday, April 12, 2010

Sacrifice

I think I'm kinda lame. I haven't blogged between Mondays in at least two weeks . . . Sheesh! Not good! :) smile :) But here I am again today. I really honestly don't feel much like being grateful; I'd rather hop back into bed and sleep through the day and not even journey to school (two months exactly until graduation! woot!), so this is kind of a "sacrifice of praise" of sorts. Here goes.

476. The smell of freshly cut grass

477. New skirt

478. Smell of freshly cut wood

479. Grandma's chocolate chip cookies

480. Remembering at our Mexico Mission Trip church service yesterday . . . so fun to see the pictures and video clips. Brought back memories.

481. Movie Gifted Hands. Based on real life story.

482. Little girl's smile and hug . . . "Mary?"

483. Watching pageant on DVD . . . interesting. :-/ :)

484. Mom's scalped potatoes and ham. Mmm.

485. Encouraging words from the "olders" and friend . . . isn't this church?

Please forgive this kind of pathetic post . . . it's 6:21 am. :)

Monday, April 5, 2010

Merciful Savior: Thank You.

What an incredible week . . . Resurrection week. I am beggar, leper, crippled, but then story changed here. When I came to that cross, that incredible, horrific, awful cross where love spoke deeper than words. Love was torn flesh, and profuse bleeding. Love was surrendering to a plan etched out long before, even though it cost everything. It is because the scars are on His hands, not mine, that I can lift my heart to Heaven and be free. I'm still broken, but someday, that broken deadness will be completely torn off, and I will be simply Child of God. What a gift undeserved. I am nothing compared to the gift. I am absolutely nothing when compared to the Giver. But He has chosen me, and I am no longer a shadow but a substance, no longer the diseased, but one in the process of healing, and it's all because of Him, Jesus.

Thank You, Jesus, for the gifts . . . the little and the big. For:


461. Colored Easter eggs

462. Those scribbles from little Brown Eyes Sunday morning . . . what a sweetheart!

463. Isaiah . . . the book I'm wading through right now. Wowzers. Good. Stuff.

464. The Armor of God . . . we can be protected, covered. Jesus provides that armor.

465. The tune of rain bouncing off the car while it's parked

466. The greens of the grass in the yards and fields.

467. Song "Albertine" by Brooke Fraser (Listen here)

468. That God is a God of justice. And mercy.

469. The power of God . . . an empty grave.

470. The passion of Yahweh, to give His Son. He should have killed me; I deserved it. But instead, He let me and many others kill Him. That is not justice. That is a mercy I don't understand. Alleluia. "This is my story!"

471. The blood of Christ . . . it covers me.

472. The protection of Jesus. He hems me in, before and behind. Safe.

473. Bird song . . . earthen melodies for a King.

474. A finished prayer journal.

475. Communion service . . . I will remember. Never ever let me forget.