the old log in the woods will never be a great tree again; things never go back. yet lying there, covered with moss, it is creating new life, which in turn will be great and beautiful.

gwen frostic

The last two weeks have kicked my ass

I've never worked so hard or been so happy.

Life is good.

Today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgEfYGzojcA&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Pardon my french

Fuck you, Bill Gothard.

'Nuff said.

Security

I've realized again today that my security and peace don't come from my efforts or plans, but from the knowledge that God is in control... Not me.

I can rest, now.

These places and these faces are getting old

I got some news yesterday, days before we're supposed to move into our new home, that strips away any sense of security or stability that I've had. I'm completely at a loss as to what to do. I'm waiting for the answer, however impatiently.

If I can just hold on to the things I've learned so far, I will make it through this, too. I need prayers. And grace.

And, and, and...

The wind is gonna blow

The water's gonna rise.

Tomorrow: limbo

Silly me. I throw it out there that I can't wait to move, and also that I'm a little jealous of farm life, and what do I get? "Move out in 2 days," and "take two weeks to live at the farm."

I love a sense of humor.

I will survive

The next two weeks won't kill me; rumor has it, I'll be stronger. Let it be so.

Come down to San Antone

Of course it's gonna get better

April Twentieth

There isn't enough room for the pain of this day.

Carve me in a tree

when things turn green again

waiting for spring

john newton

Though cloudy skies, and northern blasts,
Retard the gentle spring awhile;
The sun will conqu'ror prove at last,
And nature wear a vernal smile.

The promise, which from age to age,
Has brought the changing seasons round;
Again shall calm the winter's rage,
Perfume the air, and paint the ground.

The virtue of that first command,
I know still does, and will prevail;
That while the earth itself shall stand,
The spring and summer shall not fail.

Such changes are for us decreed;
Believers have their winters too;
But spring shall certainly succeed,
And all their former life renew.

Winter and spring have each their use,
And each, in turn, his people know;
One kills the weeds their hearts produce,
The other makes their graces grow.

Though like dead trees awhile they seem,
Yet having life within their root,
The welcome spring's reviving beam
Draws forth their blossoms, leaves, and fruit.

But if the tree indeed be dead,
It feels no change, though spring return,
Its leafless naked, barren head,
Proclaims it only fit to burn.

Dear Lord, afford our souls a spring,
Thou know'st our winter has been long;
Shine forth, and warm our hearts to sing,
And thy rich grace shall be our song.

You are not alone,

I'm with you

I'm lonely too

What's that song,

That can't be sung by two.

A broken home,

A broken heart,

Isolated and afraid,

Open up this is a raid,

I wanna get it through to you,

You're not alone.

You're not alone,

Every night,

I stand in your place.

Every tear,

On every face,

Tastes the same.

A broken dream,

A broken heart,

Isolated and afraid,

Open up this is a raid,

I'm gonna get it through to you,

You're not alone.

An open hand,

An open heart,

There's no need to be afraid,

Open up this is a raid,

I wanna get it through to you,

You're not alone.