alright then
[info]roadsideflowers
Thank you Jesus.
You make me cool. and free. and strong. and alive.

Words can't express what You've saved me from.


Also, thanks for my toilet, running water, my chicken pot pie lunch, and education. Things I take for granted often.

cuddy
[info]roadsideflowers
thanks for that--
I'm sure that's what you're thinking.
:|

One of my strengths as a 23 year old is knowing and understanding how I used to be. Although I may not remember the thought process or exactly how I felt about who, when, and why...I do remember the important things and can make sense of it all now.

I guess I was just trying to give that to you as well.

sounds like you
[info]roadsideflowers
*thinking face*

that makes sense.

-----
Painter Song - Norah

consortium library
[info]roadsideflowers
"After all this time..." I still walk away crying.

-what-
[info]roadsideflowers

well Hawaii was nice, coming home was crazy.
everything hit the fan, good and the bad...the bad was really bad--in all subjects.

I wonder what God is teaching me right now.

I cleared my throat in ASL...things like that make me laugh at myself.

It's funny how taking a break makes you need a break when you come home.

....................

"No Other Way"

When your mind is a mess
So is mine
I cant sleep
Cause it hurts when I think
My thoughts aren't at peace
With the plans that we make
Chances we take
They're, not yours and not mine
There's waves that can break
All the words that we say
And the words that we mean
Words can fall short
Can't see the unseen
Cause the world is awake
For somebody's sake now, please close your eyes woman
Please get some sleep

And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that i'd know
We told each other, there is no other way

Well too much silence can be misleading
You're drifting I can hear it in the way that your breathing
We don't really need to find reason
Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving
Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season
Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves
But at least we can sleep, its all that we need
When we wake we will find
Our minds will be free to go to sleep

And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that i'd know
We told each other, there is no other way

university singers
[info]roadsideflowers
so I was sitting in the choir room last night for about an hour and I had this deep feeling in my stomach...this overwhelming feeling.

I was starting over...I was reminded of when I was 14 sitting and listening to Mrs. Packer. Remembering how I felt like I belonged in that room, even if I wasn't as talented as others...the same feeling I have now. The feeling of anxiety and curiosity--the feeling of opportunity for greatness and familiarity all at the same time.

The feeling of singing with Deirdre, Bridger, and Markus. It was all coming back.

Looking around in my History of Jazz class, the same room I will meet twice with other university singers...I didn't recognize the room or smell...the feeling was the only thing I had. And all of the sudden...I missed everything else that was so familiar for so long.

I missed the group of people I grew up with...grew up singing, laughing, misbehaving, and learning with.

The feeling of being a part of something bigger than I was...that was the only thing I had.
It was very overwhelming--I guess I didn't realize how great it was.

Wishing I could play piano and sing...
[info]roadsideflowers
Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face saying promises whispered like prayers
I don't need them
Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this
Well is it dark enough
Can you see me
Do you want me
Can you reach me
Oh, I'm leaving
You better shut your mouth
And hold your breath
And kiss me now
And catch your death
Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this

clouds shaped like bunnies
[info]roadsideflowers
painter song, norah

If I were a painter
I would paint my reverie
If that's the only way for you to be with me
We'd be there together
Just like we used to be
Underneath the swirling skies for all to see

And I'm dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would take me there
But only ...

If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
I'd climb inside the skies to be with you

the last of the bag
[info]roadsideflowers
Adrian is now married. Mrs. Johnson. Wow.
I think I might take another part time job...something to do with my extra non-wedding-planning time. Also, I'm taking classes in the Fall...
History of Jazz
University Singers
American Sign Language

I'm really excited about all of the one hundred level courses I'm going to take in the next year. Wheelthrown ceramics will have to wait until next summer.

I watched "The Ugly Truth" and decided that I want to work on not being an old frumpy wife. I want to make extra time to do my hair in the morning--really do it and not just put it back when it's wet. All those extra little things that I used to do for him...a little perfume...more flirting...just keepin' it real by definition. :)

Firm believer in being as genuinely committed as possible in all aspects of life...whether emotional, physical, spiritual, or intellectual...just being committed.

Hawaii is in three weeks and two days. Adam and I are tanning in the meantime so that I don't burn and look like a lobster when I come home. I also bought school supplies a few days ago and I get to organize them this evening. I miss the smell of crayola. And Lisa Frank.
They should make Lisa Frank t-shirts, I bet millions of young adult women would buy them.

I guess I'm 23 now. Never thought I'd see the day past 22. Actually 16...but I was proven wrong in that theory years ago. I'm amazed at all of the changing in the last ten years. I hope I make that much progress in the next ten years. And that I'm still working hard at it.

Adam and I were talking last night about what we would do if one of us died (we've talked about this many times), and I think Adam should die first. I really don't want him to become a creeper-mountain man who never bathes and doesn't socialize. It would be a hard thing to lose a spouse...oh man.
I don't understand it at all...and shouldn't. People shouldn't know what it's like to experience loss unless they have...and I know that sounds silly, but so many people live in loss (friendship, intimacy, fellowship, adventure, meaning, etc.) and don't know how to change the patterns. OR they don't know how to work with another person to change the patterns...

I think I'm one of those "just do it" kinda people. (sidenote: I should work for Nike, I know)
I just jump into something whether or not I'm ready and see if it works out. But once I jump I stay committed until "mission complete". For example, if a tough decision needs to be made, I'm totally there--but when it's something small like what kind of cereal should I buy for the next three weeks of my life..."Honey, what do you feel like?" 

I'm pathetic.

Move out of my moms. 
Get rid of bad friends.
Move out of my dads.
Break up with him.
Move on.
Graduate.
Teach.
Stay committed. 
Stand.
Run here.
Do this.
Say this now.
...no big deal.

Special K with Strawberries, Honeynut Cheerios, or Frosted Flakes?

(walks around and thinks about it for two minutes, debating, then finds Adam and asks him...)

Frosted Flakes it is, thanks babe.

Also, I really don't like finding the last of something in the cupboard. Maybe that's why I appreciate committed individuals, I want someone's all not just the crumbs left over after someone already really enjoyed a hefty snack. I want the whole bag of cheezits, not the last of it.

I believe that's what God wants as well. Another argument for commitment. 
 

golden grahams
[info]roadsideflowers
So I stayed home last night from Truth Project. Truth Project is this awesome study that answers all these tough questions Christians are faced with--well everyone is faced with really. What is truth, who is man, where did earth come from, is evolution consistent, is creation consistent, what is the bible, is it true, philosophy, matter, science, etc. I've been learning a lot...which is good. Learning=good.

Last night I went to make cookies for all our new neighbors but was one egg short. 15 minutes later, while I was in Walmart, this mother was in the cereal isle and was asking her babe to be quieter, asking nicely, and using loving names. It made me smile to even be in her presence.

I've been thinking a lot about the type of woman and parent I want to be. What I will do if/when I get pregnant...what I will expose my child to from the first day I know it exists to the last day I make the rules for my young adult individual...it's interesting. All of it.

I know I will be a devoted mother. Which is why I'm so confident that I will be a parent--somehow. At some point in my life, I know that we will either adopt, take care of, or have our own children.

On another note, it makes me reflect on the partner I chose to help me in parenting. I'm thankful I accepted Adam's commitment. I know that we are made to work together; as a team. Both having equally important roles in our home for each other and our kids. I'm so thankful for him...even when we're both grumpy and irritable, even when we get frustrated with each other--I still know that he is the one I'm supposed to be with.
I'm thankful for that confidence. It's pretty rare.

On another note, I'm thankful for the confidence I have in what will happen to me when I die. If I died tonight, this week, this year, or in 5 years...I know that I will be in heaven and everything for my family and closest friends will be alright because I pursue peace and love with everyone. Some might be upset that they were not more receptive...but maybe that can change before my life is over.

Maybe I can influence the world, one old friend and stranger at a time.

the other side of the world to me
[info]roadsideflowers
Adam and I tore up carpet and padding for 3 hours last night. Go team.

Next is taping and painting. It's kind of exciting to pick the colors for a bedroom that will belong to our future child. Possibly the best thought to dream about. Talk about selfless.

Which brings to mind a beautifully performed song...by Norah

Through these sleepless nights
I cry for you
And wonder who
is kissing you
Oh these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two

Somehow through the days
I don't give in
I hide my tears
That wait within
Oh but then through sleepless nights
I cry again

Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you

I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me

Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you

I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me

My love, please end these sleepless nights for me

...

I will never forget coming home to a warm, welcoming house, where my mother just waited and anticipated my arrival--just to spend time with and get to know her child. Tea parties are a beautiful thing.

Thanks Mom.

Throw Me A Rope
[info]roadsideflowers

KT Tunstall

I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you,
but everything here's telling me I should be fine,
so why is it so, it bothers below that I'm missing you every time?

I got used to you whispering things to me into the evening,
we followed the sun, and it's colors, and left this world,
it seems to me, that I'm definately, hearing the best that I've heard,.

so throw me a rope, to hold me in place,
show me a clock, for counting my days, down,
cause everythings easier when you're beside me,
come back and find me,
cause I feel alone.

and whenever you go it's like holding my breath under water,
I have to admit that I kinda like it when I do,
oh but I got to be, unconditionally,
unafraid, of my days, without you,

so throw me a rope, to hold me in place,
show me a clock, for countin my days, down,
'cause everything easier when you're beside me,
come back and find me,
whenever I'm falling, you're always behind me,
come back and find me,
cause everythings easier when you're beside me,
come back and find me,
cause I feel alone

----------------------------------------------------

I need to take sin more seriously. I go by my feelings a lot.

I don't know how to let you go
[info]roadsideflowers
What ravages of spirit
Conjured this temptuous rage
Created you a monster
Broken by the rules of love
And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do ...

And I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go

Every moment marked
With apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
Trying to escape this desire
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do

But I have the sense to recognize
That I don't know how
To let you go
I don't know how
To let you go

A glowing ember
Burning hot
Burning slow
Deep within I'm shaken by the violence
Of existing for only you
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do

And I have the sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go

I've accepted it
[info]roadsideflowers
I can't make banana bread.

I think you have to be a grandmother in order to make certain foods...and if not, then don't tell me. Specific thinking about people and who they really are, including myself, is a long-learned survival technique.

In order to survive, to thrive, we need love, hope, and faith. So I would rather have the hope that I will learn when I am a grandmother, possibly a couple years earlier. I would also rather have the hope that others at my age are struggling in their domestic skills as well. If you can make excellent banana bread, can you make chicken n' dumplings?

That really is the question.

don't react, respond.
[info]roadsideflowers
it's amazing what a response means. you can shout and scream for years, and never get a response. and then one glorious day, a person feels compelled or doesn't feel anything and can gain enough words to open their mouth....to speak. to respond.

it's a beautiful thing.


--------------
Wait & See: Brandon Heath
I was born in Tennessee, late July humidity doctors said I was lucky to be alive
I’ve been troubled since the day that I got here, trouble to the day that I disappear
That’ll be the day that I finally get it right

There is hope for me yet because God won’t forget, all the plans he’s made for me
I have to wait and see, he’s not finished with me yet. He’s not finished with me yet

I never really was that good in school. I talked too much, broke the rules
My teachers thought I was a hopeless fool all right.
I don’t know how but I made it through, it’s one of those things you gotta do
I always had a knack for telling the truth.

There is hope, for me yet, because God won’t forget, all the plans he’s made for me
I have to wait and see, he’s not finished with me yet, he’s not finished with me yet

Still wonderin’ why I’m here. Still wrestling with my fear
But oh….He’s up to something,
And the farther out I go, I’ve seen enough to know that I’m not here for nothin’
He’s up to somethin’

So *now's* my time to be a man, follow my heart as far as I can
No tellin’ where I’m ending up tonight
I never slow down or so it seems, but singing my heart is one of my dreams
All I gotta do is hold on tight

There is hope, for me yet because God won’t forget all the plans he’s made for me
I have to wait and see, he’s not finished with me yet, he’s not finished with me yet
He’s not finished with me yet, He’s not finished with me yet

I miss being 5.
[info]roadsideflowers
so full.

Yesterday, after working eight hours, I went to Adrian's to pick up the girls and drive out to the valley for the annual YoungLife Galena Banquet that my dad helps plan. He's grown so much.
Adam couldn't go--studies. But, Rachel, Caylee, Adrian, and I went together and had a great time! It was so wonderful to see how God is working in Galena and how He is going to continue His work with Adrian and Gunnar...who btw ARE ENGAGED! It's official. *sigh* 'Bout time.
:)

Super happy for them. August 1st. And have I mentioned that this is my fifth bridemaid dress...I'm glad I'm married--otherwise, I think I would have a deep fear of becoming Jane from 27 dresses. Fo sho.

Moving on.

I sat with my dad and as he got up to speak, I expected him to give the same message that he gives every year (just reminded of Pinky and the Brain), but he didn't. He started talking about how reading the Bible has helped him in so many ways and then he started getting all blubbery and cute. It was a dear moment that I will remember always.

Last night's banquet made me think of the first year we did the banquet....that was a long time ago. Everything has changed.

Change in life is inevitable. For better and sometimes for worse.

let it be said
[info]roadsideflowers

for the record--

                         I make excellent chocolate chip cookies.

happy thursday.

--------------------------------------------------
Strangely out of place
There's a light filling this room
Where none would follow before
I can't deny it burns me up inside
I fan the flames to melt
Away my pride
Do I want shelter from the rain
Or the rain to wash me way?

I need you, I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you, I need you
You're all I'm living for

I might sound like a fool
But I think I felt you moving
Closer to me
Face to the ground
To hide the fatal cut
I fight the weight
I feel you lift me up
You are the shelter from the rain
And the rain to wash me away

I need you, I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you, I need you
(All I'm living for)
I need you, I need you, I need you
You're all I'm living for
All I'm living for
You're all I'm living for

Face to the ground
To hide the fatal cut
I fight the weight
Feel you lift me up
Can't deny it burns me up inside
I fan the flames to melt away
My pride
Only had a second to spare
But all the time in the world
To know you're there
You are the shelter from the rain
And the rain to wash me away

I need you, I need you, I need you
(All I'm living for)
I need you, I need you, I need you
(All I'm living for)
& I need you, I need you, I need you
You're all I'm living for
All I'm living for
All I'm living for
All I'm living for
You're all I'm living for




*silence*
[info]roadsideflowers
   This is why I write. Why I call. This is why I miss you. This is why I debate. This is why I cry. This is why I give up. This is why I am bold. This is why I pray. This is why I love. This is why I forgive. This is why I live and truly Live.


*So He poured out on him the heat of His anger and the fierceness of battle; and it set him aflame all around, yet he did not recognize it; and it burned him, but he paid no attention.

I wish you would understand. I wish you cared for yourself as much as I care for you. He who has ears, let him hear. I pray you hear these words. I pray you hear everyday.

This is my prayer for you. Yes, you.

breakfast of champions
[info]roadsideflowers

the gospel wins.

Yesterday I was learning about conduct worthy of the gospel. Conduct, that we as Christians, should reflect and pursue in our daily lives--taking an extra moment, if needed, to respond in an appropriate, loving, truth-bearing manner.

I've been thinking about previous years as commencement has passed. Words can't even express the misleading thoughts I used to live my life by. Lies about what my family thought of me, lies about what I thought of...everything and everyone. It was a hard time. In one month, I remember, my life completely changed.

I remember the day I suddenly felt alive again. The day I went on a walk at my parents house, the summer after high school graduation, the summer everything I knew and built fell apart. What were those words...my empire of dirt. I built relationships selfishly, to make myself distracted from the hurt  I didn't want in my life. The pain and grief went back so many years. I only began to deal with that grief the day I began enjoying the sky. The day I realized I didn't need to build or control anything.

I've hurt a lot of people over the years through my sin. I dragged people into situations in which they would not have ordinarily been involved. I flirted with situations that I shouldn't have.

The reason for this current reflection...my brother in Christ is suffering from his sin today. He is suffering the consequences. This is the justice of God, true suffering within our souls that cannot be avoided--even in serving worldly sentences--we cannot earn redemption. The only way we even understand redemption is by standing in the truth. The truth of any and every situation.

Redemption only comes by having a relationship with Christ. It gives understanding, peace, comfort, strength, courage, boldness, endurance, love, compassion, conviction, diligence, forgiveness, discernment and wisdom. It also gives opportunity to serve, grow, have a mission, purpose, and goal for your life, and gives suggested and effective daily inspirational activities. People think I'm out of my mind. But in all truth, I am exactly where I am supposed to be and everything I believe is consistent with history. Things spoken of in the Bible are real. They exist or existed and there are other records and findings besides the Bible that support its historical view.

I can't convince you of anything. I never will. But for any person experiencing the consequence of your sin...look around you. You have led yourself here. You have shaped and fashioned your life to be what it is. So, when are you going to realize that you can't do it on your own?
I am not the shining example by any means. I am still dealing with the consequences and seeking forgiveness...that is part of real life. But that's just it, I'm dealing with it. I'm not running anymore. I'm not filling my life with distractions, trying to ignore all the hard stuff. I can face life head on and I am not alone.

Keep trying. You'll fail. And the truth is, you'll either die trying on your own, as a failure. Or you'll live in the promise of eternal life through Christ as your Redeemer.

I wish I lived in a world where everything was shiny and sparkly and happy. Everyone was joyful and understood each other. People were good on the inside and there was no sin or we could overcome it on our own. Everyone went to Heaven. And God was just this big, loving, passive God that didn't have any standard or values.
Right.

The problem there is that if everything is happy and shiny in this world, we humans would worship it and DO. Everything can't be joyful and understood between man because man makes their own standard and is selfish. People are not good on the inside, because inside is where they hold all the garbage and keep it a secret. If there was no sin, we would be happy, nice robots. If we could overcome sin on our own, then God would cancel Himself out. If God cancelled Himself out, then there would be no conviction, spiritual understanding, or need for worship (which there is in the human life). If everyone went to Heaven, then God isn't consistent in life and afterlife in having consequences to our actions. If God was big, loving, and passive and didn't have a standard for us, then there would once again be no conviction of wrong-doing in this life and no justice system or understanding of justice in this life and the next.

That doesn't sound like the world we live in. It's funny how we appreciate and depend on methods and structures designed with the understanding of creation and Biblical principal.

 


a terrible awakening.
[info]roadsideflowers
Monday I learned about what has happened to someone I looked up to. Someone I respected and spoke highly of.

I wonder how many people speak about me without knowing what I struggle with. Do you know that I struggle? Do you know that I still have pain, still cry, get angry, feel like screaming...even in times when it's completely inappropriate.

Here's the truth: a man ought to be judged by the content of his character. -MLK Jr.
Regardless of what I didn't know, people can still love God, love others, and fulfill ministry--even if they struggle with sin.

More later.

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