Dec 7, 2006

only hope

Only Hope, by Jon Foreman of Switchfoot
A song running through and through my head today.
Maybe someday it will stand still, take hold, and become me
For now I love this peace


There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over again

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands
and pray to be only Yours
I pray to be only Yours
I know now you're my only hope

Sing to me the song of the stars
Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing
and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again

And I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope

I give You my apathy
I'm giving You all of me
I want Your symphony
Singing in all that I am

At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back


Dec 5, 2006

Dreaming in December far away from Winter Blues

Writing to the point of carpal tunnel, then cutting up half what I wrote into little pieces whilst listening to every CD I own at least twice through, then cleaning everything and drinking numerous cups of tea and reading until I fall asleep... tomorrow will be better.

And just look what came in the mail!!!! Spring came!!!!!!!


People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

Rogers Hornsby


Dec 4, 2006

Wrestling with God

At some unsleeping times of moonlit nights, there are moments when I realize there is nothing more true than something the late and wise Bryn Jones once said:

"You know it's God when you say 'Shut up!'
and it keeps right on talking."