Thursday, June 28, 2007

Letting go...

Garden State, one of my all time favorite movies...ever felt like screaming in an infinite abyss..i have

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

If Jesus can forgive crucifixion surely we can survive and find a resolution*

"Prince of Burgundy, I pray of you — I beg and humbly supplicate — that you make no more war with the holy kingdom of France. Withdraw your people swiftly from certain places and fortresses of this holy kingdom, and on behalf of the gentle king of France I say he is ready to make peace with you, by his honor."
"Her Letter to Philip the Good, Duke of Burgundy, 17 July 1429; Quicherat V, pp. 126–127

Joan of arc was cool. I am amazed by those people who rise up and stand firmly and passionately on what they believe, against all odds.

I think of Jesus who, nailed to the cross, cried out for God to forgive those who didn't get what they were doing.
God forgive me when I am ignorant and hurt someone and God be with me when suffering seems unbearble and peace has been displaced. I pray that even when I have been hurt that I remember my Lord's words. Its so ironic that the very people who were God's people put the Savior up on that cross. So much pain caused in the name of religion. When religion sets its sites on theology instead of application it misses the wounded on the side of the road, it misses the woman's heart who has just been caught in adultery and it misses the Savior of the world.

God, keep my eyes open so that I may not miss those. Sometimes it seems so much easier to keep them closed.

*From "Wings of Forgiveness" by India Arie

Monday, June 25, 2007

Lady Madonna, children at your feet. Wonder how you manage to make ends meet. *

I was touched by the love of Jesus when a worn out mother with one too many little arms and legs in her cart asked me if I wanted to go ahead of her in line at Wal-Mart. She was trying to shuffle two active little kids. Her beautiful black face was worn from darkness in her life but was bright from the experiences she had chosen to focus on. Of course I refused, pointing out the fact that she had much more going on in her cart than me. And yet..I felt this wanting to ask ..will you be my friend because I want a friend like you? I smiled all the way home and felt I had seen more character in that precious young mother than I had seen all year.

*From "Lady Madonna" by Paul McCartney

Friday, June 22, 2007

I like to ride my bike, all around, I like to ride my bike, all over town*

I bought me a bike at WalMart for $53.00! I love it..her name is "Louise." She's a sweet ride. Okay, so she weighs like 40 pounds. She's a good bike and will serve me nicely as I get some exercise and see the country and save on gas in the meantime.

I remember the day I learned to ride a bicycle. I lived in Macclenny, Florida. I can still hear the screams, "keep pedaling, keep pedaling" as the clothes on the clothesline hit me in the face but allowed me clearance without a crash.

Now I have a planner, new sheets and a bike...what more do I need?

From "The Bicycle Song" by Nothin' Special

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Lots of judging going on...

Tried to get this on Youtube so you could hear it but its not there. Download and listen..I love it!!

Why Is Your Heaven So Small?By Susan Werner

Excuse me, sir, what did you say?
You shout so loud it’s hard to tell
You say that I must change my ways
For I am surely bound to hell
Well, I know you’d damn me if you could
But my friend, that’s simply not your call
If God is great and God is good
Why is your heaven so small?
You say you know, you say you’ve read
That Holy Bible up on the shelf
Do you recall when Jesus said‘Judge not, lest ye be judged yourself’
For I know you’d damn me…
With your fists that shake and your eyes that burn
What makes you do these things you do?
I would not be surprised to learn
Someone somewhere excluded you
But my friend, imagine this is you would
A love much mightier than us all
If God is great and God is good
Why is your heaven so small?

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

And someday in the mist of time*

First new sheets and now a new planner.

I say new planner as if my old one was utilized. Right now my old planner is my file cabinet for important papers. I've never experienced the art of planning. I felt the need to set this goal in motion when Sam said, "Mom, you procrastinate all the time." My first thought was, that is just mean..but then when the cell phone interrupted my service I was pierced with a thorn of reality. My son has spoken the truth and now I must act. I have several friends who have the Franklin Covey planners but they always looked too complicated and way too many tabs. From tasks to do, to goals for the next twelve years. But I found the perfect one to start with yesterday at Office Depot. It was my first time in Office Depot in a long time. Its kinda like Mr. Gattis (This is a place like Chuckie Cheese) in that it represents a place where I spent alot of quarters on my kids one being for the hit the alligator on the head before he disapppears the other being paying my life savings for a calculator and other school supplies. Well, I found the perfect planner that is simple and I am so proud of it. I have been carrying it around the Library showing people and they don't seem as excited as me..hmm..

Have a wonderful day and call me we could have lunch and I can write it in my new planner.

*From "Old and Wise" by The Alan Parsons Project

Monday, June 18, 2007

Now I lay me down to sleep..

I got new sheets and life just seems that weird?

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Tell me why, oh tell me why*

Question: Five people die when a bridge collapses, did God take them for a reason or did they just die because of the weakness in the structure of the bridge?

*From "Tell Me Why" by Genesis

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Throughout the hours of the night, though there had been few to hear it, the whole sky had been loud with the singing of these constellations.*

Listening to Indie music and reading Thornton Wilder....simply lovely.

I am on vacation and its nice.

*From "The Bridge of San Luis Rey" by Thornton Wilder