Friday, July 27, 2007

Something Good....


Thursday, July 26, 2007

The freak show is over...

Nothing to see here, folks. Move along. I envision a police officer motioning traffic on. Just can't help but look at the accident scene. The tragedy of it all.

Maybe Songcatcher has served it's purpose. Outlived it's usefulness to me. I'm contemplating it's demise. We'll see.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Now You Know What I Know You Know What I Mean...OR NOT

I borrowed this post title from a line in a song*, as was an earlier post, "If You Know What I Know You Know What I Mean." BUT IF YOU DON'T KNOW ME, you just don't know--maybe you know some of what I know, but you still may not know what I mean. (And I know, I know, some of you who know me usually have no clue what I mean. I've learned to accept it.) However...

With that said and without further elaboration, if you read my thoughts here and you don't know me (even if you know OF me), I guess all I can say is, don't forget that you don't really know me. Even if we met once. All of what I've said here is honest, but you can't take bits and pieces of someone's emotional release and decide that you KNOW the person and use that to draw unreliable conclusions and make assumptions. Oh, you can, but it's just not real or reliable.

If you don't know me, then making assumptions after reading here is just plain silly. As I said in a previous post, sometimes here I am very emotional and I blog immature, selfish emotion. Blog posting and commenting sometimes causes lack of polish and grace, and rudeness. My apologies if I've offended anyone. I'll try to do better.

* Angels and Girfriends~ Artist, Five For Fighting



Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Protective Limitations

Many times I beg God to let me know just a bit of His plan, to let me see the big picture. I am so confused and feel so lost in my direction. Sometimes it seems that I could work through the struggle if I just saw some of the map. But, as usual, I'm probably wrong. I'm sure I couldn't handle it.

From John Fischer, Catch of the Day, July 9, 2007,

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world." (Psalms 19:1-4)

Wow. That's a lot of noise. Imagine if you could hear all that speech and all those voices all the time. You would probably go nuts. As it is, people who are really tuned into God run the risk of being locked up.

I think a good analogy here would be the invisible presence of radio waves in the air. Imagine what we would hear if suddenly our ears were tuned into frequencies shared by AM and FM radio. Imagine the noise of hearing all those stations all at the same time. We would walk around mad, covering our ears all the time, and pleading for the noise to stop. It's a little like this for the psalmist, David, when he tunes into God in the universe. He is deafened by the sound of God speaking in the heavens -- through space and time, past stars and worlds beyond. What he's hearing is a display of God's creative handiwork that pours out continual truth about the presence and the nature of the God who created it. And if we could hear all that all at once, we would be overwhelmed. So we can't. Our hearing is limited to a very narrow frequency band so as to allow us to function day by day in the world.

I should be more patient and listen more closely. And be thankful that he doesn't allow me to tune in completely.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Go Away Please

A Dan Fogelberg song is stuck in my head. Make Love Stay. Popped in from way out of nowhere.

How do we make love stay?
Now that we know
The fire can burn bright or merely smolder
How do we keep it from dying away?

My do we make love leave? I pray for it to go. But it's the real thing. When it's real it just doesn't leave. It may change, but it stays.

Make love leave. Please make love leave.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Just Because

You fight for every breath
Caught without a ship in this sea of neglect
The one you swore to love is pulling you down
You're in over your head
Chilled to the bone by the waters you tread
Chart a course to land, before you drown

Swim to the nearest distant shore
There's only so much your heart can endure
You gave it your best, forgive yourself
You can't hold on anymore
It's not as far as it might seem
Now it's time to let go of old dreams
Every heart for itself
Swim to the nearest distant shore

...There's nothing left to lose, you're already alone

~ Artist: Trisha Yearwood, Nearest Distant Shore

What Are You Waiting For?

God is omnipresent, and Jesus Christ is alive inside you. So wherever you go, He goes. There's a dangerous, radical freedom in that truth that is a good and exciting kind of risk.


Saturday, July 07, 2007

"Watch for birds! Oh, and deer."

Travis. Love him and laugh. Alot.

My soon-to-be 4 year-old nephew, Travis, keeps us hoppin'! And always laughing. When I leave French Lick to make the 30-minute rural drive home, my Mom always tells me to be careful and watch for deer. Travis picked up on that a year or so ago and as he hugged me good-bye one night he said, "Watch for birds!" We got a good chuckle, but he just said so seriously that one time they hit a bird when they were driving in the car. He's never experienced anyone hitting a deer, but he does want me to be careful and safe. Thus, watch for birds! Tonight it was, "Watch for birds! Oh, and deer."

Such a sweetie. He shares a birthday with his uncle, my brother, Eric...July 25. They're birthday buddies, Travis says. At his birthday party last summer, at Travis' request, all the guys (only) "got" to wear Superman masks and have their picture taken. Travis thought this was such a great gift to his party guests. He was so excited and we were all happy that all the males there cooperated. There's a photo to commemorate the event!

It was his birthday party, but he wanted so much to share his thrill of the day with others. He hoped to make them as happy as he was! And he does. We are blessed.