oh come Thou Dayspring come and cheer oh, Papa, do we ever need your peace. your cheer. your arms to wrap around us. our spirits by thine advent here we wait. we dare to hope again. we dream. disperse the gloomy clouds of night the clouds this week have have been more sobering than before and death's dark shadows put to flight remind us that death, even senseless, tragic, angering death does not win rejoice, rejoice give us the strength, the faith, the will to rejoice again Emmanuel God is with us. GOD is WITH us.
has come to thee, oh Israel
Sunday, April 24, 2011
'i've just seen Jesus
and i'll never be the same again!'
i can't even begin to tell you the power this song has for me
perhaps because i first heard it at a point in my life when i was REALLY beginning to realize God's love
perhaps because nearly every time i hear it it's like that thought renews in my mind
perhaps because i always look around the room at others worshiping and see on their faces that they get it too
it's such a simple lyric but what a powerful thought do you know how much He loves you??
i love this version of the song. particularly when kim walker (the soloist) tells everyone that you'd better just brace yourself...because it's SO true. if you haven't encountered His love? brace yourself. it's coming. :-)
(this illustrates once again why i can stomach g-burg about once every 5 years. the surrounding mountains though i can handle just about anytime...)
Smokies prepares for flashing bugs June 02, 2010 04:03 EDT
GATLINBURG, Tenn. (AP) -- The synchronous fireflies in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park are just trying to attract each other, but they get a lot of humans as well.
To accommodate the crowds of nature lovers, National Park Service officials have made arrangements to bus in people who come to watch the insects.
From June 5 to 13, the Elkmont entrance road will be closed between 5 p.m. and midnight to all traffic except trollies and registered campers at the Elkmont campground.
Trollies will pick up firefly watchers at the Sugarlands Information Center and take them to see the fireflies, which -- as part of their mating ritual -- flash in simultaneous patterns. The Smokies website says the species is the only one in North America capable of this. The trolly ride costs $1 round trip
we're officially in a state of emergency here. and while there are bad things happening (anthony's parents had a flooded basement yesterday his granny's house has 3 ft--at least--of water sitting in it) i'm choosing to focus on the positive
(the walmart a mile from my place--saturday mid-day)
i don't have any firsthand sensational pictures to post like many of my friends do and at first i was kinda bummed about that then i quickly realized how silly that is
(on the other side of me, less than a mile away)
the fact that i don't have any awesome storm pics no waves going through my backyard no rivers down the street
(another major intersection--this one about 3 miles away perhaps)
it means that i'm safe secure and dry
many that i love aren't so lucky
(downtown street)
i will say that i don't know the status of the storage unit just yet (and am oh-so-thankful i secured renter's insurance on the contents of it just friday!) but the things there are just that--things. emi is safe i am safe anthony and his family are safe
we're good :)
i'll leave you with a couple of more humorous things from the storm (because as you can see above there is much in the way of seriousness but i--we--need to laugh)
facebook status from a friend: K, now we know it is bad. Naomi Judd just called the TV station to report that her fence has been knocked down and that her buffalo are now roaming wild! Flooded house, yes, but wild buffalo, lookout!!
and further proof that nashville not only doesn't stop the music for water--it also doesn't stop creativity! "Tennessee's Not Landlocked Anymore"
this one's not funny...just poignant. i love this photographic proof that you can't stop the music here, no matter what. i think there's a whole blog post just in that statement
Yesterday morning I was leading worship at my church, as I do regularly on the "3rd Sunday" praise team.
It was a powerful worship, and we ended it with the song God of This City. You may know it (I'll include a youtube video and lyrics at the end of this post if you don't). It ends on a powerful crescendo of "greater things are yet to come; greater things are still to be done in this city" followed by the softer yet powerful truth of "there is no one like our God...there is no one like our God"
In an acapella setting, the voices linger and resonate throughout the sanctuary for a few moments after the last note is cut off. As we basked in that moment a small child's voice, no older than 3, echoed through the auditorium:
"Amen!"
Amen indeed. There is NO ONE like our God! If the smallest of children can feel that so powerfully in her soul...who am I to question?
And yet sometimes I do.
Help me to be like a child on her Father's knee... to grasp the most awesome and complex of truths in the simplest of ways.
AMEN
(lyrics are included on the video--and it is the original version from Ireland so they are slightly different, so it's definitely worth a listen)
*God of This City was written by a worship band from Ireland (possibly why it's so close to my heart!) on a missions trip to Thailand. They set up the band in a brothel and sang worship songs right in the heart of the sex trade district...and this song came to them than night as they witnessed the brokenness that surrounded them--that the God they were worshiping was STILL the 'God of these people' and the 'Lord of this nation' Makes it all the more powerful to know the story...*
At retreat this weekend, I shared this song with those at my table while explaining it's where I've lived my life for the last few years.
I had to laugh at the timing as I consider old patterns and how much easier it would be to use them as I set out to lose this weight.
There's no guarantee I will never slip back to Egypt it's pretty tantalizing but I've found life so much better through the desert.
Not sure what I'm trying to say here but maybe someone else needs to hear this song
So here it is, on youtube (lyrics following)
Painting Pictures of Egypt Sara Groves
I don’t want to leave here I don’t want to stay It feels like pinching to me either way The places I long for the most Are the places where I’ve been They are calling after me like a long lost friend
It’s not about losing faith It’s not about trust It’s all about comfortable When you move so much The place I was wasn’t perfect But I had found a way to live It wasn’t milk or honey But then neither is this
CHORUS: I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt Leaving out what it lacked The future seems so hard And I want to go back But the places that used to fit me Cannot hold the things I"ve learned And those roads closed off to me While my back was turned
The past is so tangible I know it by heart Familiar things are never easy to discard I was dying for some freedom But now I hesitate to go Caught between the promise And the things I know
BRIDGE: If it comes too quick I may not recognize it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand? If it comes too quick I may not appreciate it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
My friend Sam (more about him and his wife) gets to go home tomorrow!
His counts are going up, and although he will continue to be closely monitored, his immune system has developed enough to return to his own home!
Praises...
You know, all day long I've wanted to post a blog and couldn't figure out *what* to write about. I guess I was just waiting for the good news!
Here's a song he posted on his blog the other day. Perhaps you've heard it before; I grew up singing it in church as did he:
Whatever It Takes
There’s a voice calling me, from an old rugged tree And it whispers draw closer to me Leave this world far behind, There are new heights to climb And a new place in Me you will find
For whatever it takes, to draw closer to You Lord That’s what I’d be wiling to do And whatever it takes, to be more like you That’s what I’d be willing to do
Take my houses and lands, Change my dreams and my plans. For I’m placing my whole life in Your hands. And if you call me someday, To a land far away, Lord, I’ll go and Your will obey.
For whatever it takes to draw closer to You, Lord, That’s what I’ll be willing to do. And whatever it takes for my will to break, That’s what I’ll be willing to do.
Take the dearest things to me, if that’s how it must be To draw me closer to Thee Let the disappointments come, lonely days without the sun If through sorrow more like You I’ll become.
For whatever it takes to draw closer to You, Lord, That’s what I’ll be willing to do. And whatever it takes for my will to break, That’s what I’ll be willing to do.
I’ll trade sunshine for rain, comfort for pain, that’s what I’d be willing to do. For whatever it takes to be more like you, That’s what I’d be willing to do.
Um, so if you want to hear a rough version of it, turn off the music player and click the video. It's me, rough chords because I don't have sheet music and had to play it by ear, a couple of big boo-boos, and distracting moving as I sing (can you promise not to WATCH the video and just listen? lol) and I can't promise that at 12:30 am I was completely "on" for the whole song. But, it's there. Gentle, dear readers :0) (there are more of you now than the last time I posted myself singing!)
Anyway, I'm so grateful for this miracle. No, his journey with cancer isn't over...not even close...but this chapter is coming to a close.
Most of the time we just chatted and loved each other. Until the dark period when there were tears each time we met. Times of betrayal, trust broken, healing, and restoration. And through it all, there was music.
Music, after all, had brought us together in the first place. Music brought us laughter and joy. Until music was painful because of the memories it evoked. And in the end, music brought closure.
This is one of the last times most of us were together. I'm so incredibly thankful to have captured some of it. Always my family. Always love.
If you're so inclined, turn off the music player there on your right and enjoy this poor quality video shot from my digital camera...maybe you'll sense some of the magic in this group.
So many amazing songs to choose from... So many I'd love to share.
And usually it's a worship song that I share on Sundays, but today I bring you another Pub Favorite.
It's called The Last House on Our Street, and it's haunting. If I could give you an opportunity to actually listen to it I would...maybe I'll be able to figure out how to do that soon!
Irish music often reflects the era it is written in (it's not ALL drinking songs!) and there's often quite a bit of social awareness written into the lyrics (think U2 for example). I love that about it. This one is an example--written and sung in a rhythmic way that mimics a ball being passed back and forth, it sounds at first like a children's song...and it does seem to be written through the eyes of a child. But reading the words is heartbreaking when you realize what they're saying.
Like I said--beautifully haunting, and I hope you can get some portion of that from the lyrics below.
Blessings on your Sunday!
The last house in our street The last house in our street is the one that we are living in, Throw the ball against the wall and back to me, All the other windows have concrete curtains, Open up your eyes and tell me what you see. The flowers in our garden are made of bricks end broken glass, Throw the ball against the wall and back to me, And 'round the back we're growing an outside toilet, Open up your eyes and tell me what you see. Wee Albert Mooney was blinded by a petrol bomb, Throw the ball against the wall and back to me, The bombers said, We're sorry it must have been en accident, Open up your eyes and tell me what you see. A big rubber bullet killed little Johnny Morrissey, Throw the ball against the wall and back to me, A policeman fired it, it must have been en accident, Open up your eyes and tell me what you see. God made the world and Belfast is a part of it, Throw the ball against the wall and back to me, Sometimes I wonder if Belfast was an accident, Open up your eyes and tell me what you see. There's a wall, so there is, between us and them, there is, Throw the ball against the wall and back to me, Is there anyone can tell me that they didn't help in building it? Open up your eyes and tell me what you see. But the eyes of the world have concrete curtains, Throw the ball against the wall and back to me Would you tear down the wall, would you open up the windows, Would you open up your eyes end tell me what you see. The last house in our street is the one that we are living in, Throw the ball against the wall and back to me, All the other windows have concrete curtains, Open up your eyes end tell me what you see. Open up your eyes end tell me what you see. Open up your eyes end tell me what you see.
Ok, blog readers. It was driving me CRAZY that I couldn't find a version of this song on youtube. So I created my own. Please know--I'm not a professional (which you'll be able to tell by the mediocre chords I'm playing in accompaniment) and my voice isn't necessarily suited to this sort of song...but it HAS to be shared. So I'm sharing it. Be gentle, kind readers :0)
Oh...you won't really be able to see me in the vid. That was slightly by design. Midnight on a Sunday isn't necessarily my best look!
(by the way this is a private youtube video, so let me know if you can't see it and I'll send you a copy)
I always feel so helpless when someone is sick. When that someone has cancer it's compounded. It's why I'm growing my hair out. When your friend with cancer asks you if you'll donate hair to cancer patients with her you can't say no!
There was a day last week when my status on facebook was something on the order of
"is astounded by the number of people who constantly expend the energy to turn positives into negatives...perhaps we should all try the opposite for awhile"
A texted me a bit later wondering what had inspired it. I told him many things, including Ms N (of driving Miss N) and her tendency to make things sound worse than they are, and the tendency of many of my friends to focus consistently on the negative.
But mostly, I told him, it was because of my friend Sam.
Sam is an example of doing the opposite--turning his negatives into positives.
Sam was the director of music at the university I attended. Very shortly after arriving there, I became his kids (3 adorable girls) consistent babysitter. And Sam and Keli became like family. I spent many weekends at their house, did laundry for free in their machines, house and pet sat when they were gone...
We went to church together--Sam was the worship minister. Shortly after I bought my condo and had began attending and eventually joined the church I now attend, Sam and Keli accepted a position at another church in town. We kind of lost contact over the years, although I have called or emailed a few times.
About two months ago I began seeing confusing (to me) status updates from Keli on facebook...and then from their neice Lizzie who I went to school with...and finally I was directed to Sam's blog.
He's battling acute leukemia, the same kind that killed his father when Sam was still a teenager.
The blog subscription that I added that night left me in tears.
But over the last few weeks, I have been uplifted and encouraged daily by Sam and Keli as they update...and even the girls as they leave comments on the entries.
My status update that day was triggered by a post of Sam's explaining that he is not in remission as we all had hoped. And in the middle of the post he encouraged his readers—his friends and family—not to lose faith in the God he knows is working in this situation.
Powerful.
If HE can believe so adamantly, who are we to waver?
Sam has claimed a song as “his”, though many speak to him at the moment.However, the one he mentions often, the one he encouraged all of us to listen to, is one I already knew well.It’s by Parachute Band, and the title is simple…”Complete”
Sam’s not feeling great today—this second round of chemo is affecting him differently and he’s nauseous and feeling rather weak.There’s not a whole lot I can do but pray…and ask all of you to do the same.I’m not going to share the link to his blog here publicly, but if you would like to remain connected to his story and be uplifted by what he and Keli have to say, message me.I’ll be happy to share the blog address with you.
Today…for Sam
Complete
Here I am, O God I bring this sacrifice, my open heart I offer up my life. I look to You, Lord Your love that never ends It restores me again
So I lift my eyes to You, Lord In Your strength will I break through, Lord Touch me now, let Your love fall down on me I know Your love dispels all my fears Through the storm I will hold on, Lord And by faith I will walk on, Lord Then I’ll see beyond my Calvary one day And I will be complete in You
Here I am, O God I bring this sacrifice, my open heart I offer up my life. I look to You, Lord Your love that never ends It restores me again
So I lift my eyes to You, Lord In Your strength will I break through, Lord Touch me now, let Your love fall down on me I know Your love dispels all my fears Through the storm I will hold on, Lord And by faith I will walk on, Lord Then I’ll see beyond my Calvary one day And I will be complete in You
I look to You, Lord Your love that never ends It restores me again
So I lift my eyes to You, Lord In Your strength will I break through, Lord Touch me now, let Your love fall down on me I know Your love dispels all my fears Through the storm I will hold on, Lord And by faith I will walk on, Lord Then I’ll see beyond my Calvary one day And I will be complete Yes, I will be complete in I will be complete in You
Perhaps I should qualify that last post a little...
I've written about the Pub quite a bit. If you ever come to see me in Nashville you'll have to go with me. But it HAS to be on a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday night.
Those are the nights my friends, Sean, Josh and David (who make up Nosey Flynn) play live Irish music.
(ok, to let you in on a little secret. There are actually 2 pubs. Well, there are several pubs in Nashville, but only 2 Pubs. One is downtown Nashville right off Music Row, the other is south of Nashville technically in Brentwood. Sean and Josh play at the Brentwood pub on Fridays and Saturdays and at the downtown pub on Sundays. Sunday night at the pub is the more traditional crowd--kilts, and free-flowing Guiness and ciders. But Friday and Saturday nights at the pub are quite fun too :)
As Sean always says: "It's all about audience participation, communication, and intoxication!"
(or as he often says, "the more you drink, the better we sound". It's not true though. He and the rest of the band are TRULY talented, not only at leading a raucous crowd in traditional Irish drinking songs, but also in showcasing their musical abilities which are amazing.)
I love the Irish drinking songs. Especially the ones which allow me to release my "inner profane self" as Sean calls it. I think the first time I requested "Alice" I caught him really off guard. Since then he has realized that I can yell out the necessary phrase just as loudly as anyone else ;-)
But I also love the songs that aren't necessarily drinking songs. There's "Caledonia", which I first fell in love with as they sang it. There's the hauntingly beautiful "The Last House on Our Street" and "Loch Lomond". There's "Fairytale of New York", "Charlie on the MTA" and "Southside Irish" (the latter two also representing the Irish populations in two of my all-time favorite cities: Boston and Chicago).
There are the serious points as well--Sean is a devout Catholic and makes sure to intersperse his faith into the show, whether in a humorous way ("see, I can go to confession tomorrow. You Protestants are screwed!") or in more serious ways, such as making sure the true story of St Patrick gets told amid the crazy crowds on that day.
What's my point? I'm not entirely sure myself. I guess since I'm not going to be able to afford a trip to the island itself for awhile, this is my little slice of it right in Nashville. So when you hear me talk about "the Pub"...maybe you'll have a little clearer picture of why it means so much to me. The music, the people, the faith...it's all a part of what makes me ME.
By the way, if you're interested in hearing a little slice of Nosey Flynn, here's a link to their myspace page. They have a few songs on there...including Caledonia which is my absolute favorite.
I am constantly surprised. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I am.
I mean, I'm the one continually telling people how faithful God is how real His mercies are and how I've been so trusting of Him over these last few months.
And then out of the blue He astonishes me with His provision.
I got off the phone around 2 pm today, sad. I had just been told by a family that had mentioned the possibility of me becoming their nanny that they had decided to keep their 2 year old boy and newborn baby girl in school fulltime. And while the conversation was good, and I fully support their decision, I was sad. And worried. And immediately on the phone and email channels trying to figure out what's next. Because even though nannying wasn't my first choice... it was nice to have that offer "in my back pocket" in case a teaching position didn't work out. I was beginning to be resigned to the life of a nanny. I had begun to stop contacting the schools. And this just set all that in motion once again.
However, Anne, as we ended our conversation asked me if I would mind being their "on call" person between now and when her parents arrive on the 4th. "Just in case" her water broke or she went into labor in the middle of the night. Just long enough for her husband's parents to drive up from Atlanta to take care of Mr Man (their 2 year old). I said absolutely.
Not 4 hours later my phone rang. It was Anne. Not in labor, but in the hospital because of a car accident. Everything looks fine for her and baby girl, but since she's 2 weeks out from her due date they're monitoring her for 24 hours before allowing her to leave. Could I stay overnight with Mr. Man so that her husband could stay with her? Of course, they'll pay me my normal rate for this time...
I hung up the phone, and after a prayer offered up for her and Baby Girl, and thanksgiving for their safety, I began to giggle.
Because as I'm worried about how the bills are going to be paid, I get an overnight babysitting job.
My God is a God who provides.
Isn't it funny...how when we least expect it...
I realize that it's not an all-powerful, moving mountains kind of story. No oceans roaring. No howling winds, no mighty thunderstorms.
But Elijah heard that still small voice And today...I think I did too.
"I AM a God Who provides"
And suddenly...though I still wonder what's next...I'm not worried anymore.
My GOD is a GOD who Provides!
(a new Hillsong release that speaks to this better than my words can)
Desert Song
Verse 1: This is my prayer in the desert And all that's within me feels dry This is my prayer in the hunger in me My God is a God who provides
Verse 2: And this is my prayer in the fire In weakness or trial or pain There is a faith proved Of more worth than gold So refine me Lord through the flames
Chorus: And I will bring praise I will bring praise No weapon forged against me shall remain
I will rejoice I will declare God is my victory and He is here
Verse 3: And this is my prayer in the battle And triumph is still on it's way I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ So firm on His promise I'll stand
Bridge All of my life In every season You are still God I have a reason to sing I have a reason to worship
Verse 4: This is my prayer in the harvest When favor and providence flow I know I'm filled to be emptied again The seed I've received I will sow
I've had at least 4 people in the last week come up to me at church or send me a message saying "I stumbled onto your blog the other day"
It's a bit disconcerting.
After all, when I'm semi-anonymous it's "safe" to write all of this stuff. And yes, my boyfriend reads this blog (hi honey!) and a handful of friends do as well, but it still seemed "safe".
And then tonight I was singing on the worship team at church, filling in for my very preggo friend Jes who just wasn't up to the task (understandably--she IS nearly ready to deliver!). And Randy, our worship minister, introduced a song that he recently wrote. It's all about dropping the facade, being authentic, and letting even the ugly parts show.
And I realized that's what I do on this blog. I'm "inside out", as the song says, and I'm just me...and that's ok.
So here I am...
a girl who was once afraid--terrified--to love a woman that disagrees fundamentally with her current church's position on "women in the church" one who often lets a curse word slip (sometimes even here in written form!) who has taken a quote from her favorite Ellen/Gladys conversation to heart: "I love Jesus, but I drink a little" who is broken and blessed, all at the same time who, as much as she has fought against it and tried to take it back, has left a little piece of herself in a small, southern Indiana farmtown who is madly in love with Jesus who likes to write about her thoughts, both frivilous and semi-deep who would love to lose the 20 or so pounds that crept on when her former ED self began to actually enjoy food and who has determined that this blog will be 100% authentically totally REAL
That's what you've got. And everyday I'm humbled and amazed that several of you seem to enjoy reading what I have to say. What began as a creative outlet has led me to so many friendships and opened my eyes to new worlds.
I'm grateful.
And this girl? Isn't going anywhere. So no matter if I've known you since middle school (hi Angie!), am dating you, go to church with you, have met you through an online voice somewhere, or any of the categories in between...I'm glad you're here to share this part of my journey with me. It's a bumpy road, this Life, but I'm blessed beyond measure to have people like you in my path.
*note: all posts this week (Sunday - Thursday) are scheduled posts. I am WAY out of cell phone and wireless network range. I love your comments and will look forward to reading them when I return on Friday!
I love the Pub.
I told Anthony the other day that it's no coincidence that two of my favorite cities in the US are Boston and Chicago. And when we were at the pub the other day my friends Sean and Josh played back to back "Charlie on the MTA" and "Southside Irish"
And then there's the classic Irish drinking songs. And the craziness of the regular crowd that jeers and sings along. As Sean says, it's all about audience communication, participation and intoxication!
The pub is a place where I can just go and BE.
What are your places like that? Where you can have a great time, or just chill and enjoy being with people you love?
I just watched Sunday night's episode of Law and Order: Criminal Intent, and the end featured a gorgeous, ethereal version of "Nearer My God to Thee".
I must have it. I've found a youtube video that shows the scene it was played in...the song starts at about a minute 30 seconds in. Anyone who can find it gets a prize. Seriously. I want it THAT badly :0)
I've tried googling and have just found lots of people with the same quest. So help!
Beautiful song from this morning's worship...enjoy Hillsong's version! At The Cross
Oh Lord You've searched me, You know my way, Even when I fail You, I know You love me...
Your holy presence surrounding me, In every season, I know You love me...
At the cross I bow my knee, Where Your blood was she'd for me There's no greater love than this You have overcome the grave Your glory fills the highest place, What can separate me now...
You go before me You shield my way, Your hand upholds me, I know You love me...
You tore the veil, You made a way When You said that 'it is done'
And when the earth fades, Falls from my eyes, And You stand before me I know You love me, I know You love me...
Not much writing of my own tonight, just sharing the lyrics to a beautiful worship song that never fails to leave mascara running down my cheek (as it did this morning at Anthony's aunt's church).
More about my trip later, but we are safely home, and I am getting ready to turn in for the evening here in just a few minutes. Wonderful, fantastic time, and worship this morning was a big part of that. Revelation Song
Worthy is the, Lamb who was slain Holy, Holy, is He Sing a new song, to him who sits on Heaven's mercy seat [2X]
Holy, Holy, Holy Is the Lord God Almighty Who was, and is, and is to come With all creation I sing Praise to the King of Kings You are my everything And I will adore You
Clothed in rainbows, of living color Flashes of lightning, rolls of thunder Blessing and honor, strength and glory and power be to You the only wise King
Holy, Holy, Holy Is the Lord God Almighty Who was, and is, and is to come With all creation I sing Praise to the King of Kings You are my everything And I will adore You
Filled with wonder, awestruck wonder At the mention of your name Jesus your name is power Breath, and living water Such a marvelous mystery Yeah...
Holy, Holy, Holy Is the Lord God Almighty Who was, and is, and is to come, yeah With all creation I sing Praise to the King of Kings You are my everything And I will adore You
Usually if I post a Sunday song it's one with a worship feel, since that's the mindset I've been in. However, tonight I'm sharing with you one of my favorite Irish pub songs. Ok, so the song's actually from Scotland, but it's haunting and beautiful. I've included Celtic Woman's version of the song as a youtube...as usual you'll have to turn the music off on the lower right hand side to hear it well. Sorry about that :0)
The words that resound with me so much in this song are found in the second verse: I have moved and kept on moving, proved the points that have needed proving. I've lost the friends that needed losing; found others on the way.
In so many ways that describes my life to a "t".
Caledonia
I don't know if you can see The changes that have come over me In these last few days I've been afraid That I might drift away I've been telling old stories, singing songs That make me think about where I've come from That's the reason why I seem So far away today
Let me tell you that I love you That I think about you all the time Caledonia, you're calling me, now I'm going home But if I should become a stranger Know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had
Now I have moved and I've kept on moving Proved the points that I needed proving Lost the friends that I needed losing Found others on the way I have kissed the ladies (fellas) and left them crying Stolen dreams, yes, there's no denying I have traveled hard, sometimes with conscience flying Somewhere with the wind
Now I'm sitting here before the fire The empty room, the forest choir The flames have cooled, don't get any higher They've withered, now they've gone But I'm steady thinking, my way is clear And I know what I will do tomorrow When hands have shaken, the kisses float Then I will disappear
Finally, I've been given another award! This one is from Bethany, and she graciously awarded me the Lemonade Award.
The Lemonade Award...
The lemonade award is for showinggreat attitude and/or gratitude.
The Rules:
1. Put the logo on your blog, nominate at least 10 blogs, which show great attitude and/or gratitude. 2. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post. 3. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog. 4. Share the love and link to this post, and/or to the person from whom you received your award.
