favorite song ever

These are the lyrics to a song by Jill Paquette, who I wish wish wish would keep writing and recording because I have loved her music since I first heard her.  This is a hidden track on her self-titled (only?) album.  I love it :)

Hey wait, let yourself hesitate and I will take the time

cause it’s just like you to try running the first time that you stand

why don’t you slow down child, let me take your hand

and I will walk with you a while, you can talk to me

never mind how long it has been

I see the stories in your eyes, the untold mystery with no disguise

cause it’s through the surface that I see

And I watch the anger blow you, pull you, drag you to your knees

why don’t you let me ease your mind?

and you can rest in me a while, you can talk to me

Don’t you see how much you matter to me?

But you’ll figure it out

Every day’s another trial,

every road is adding miles to you

and I’m praying for you to see you’re free

can’t you see you’re free to be free from everything

and you can rest, rest with me a while

you can talk to me, never mind how long it has been

you’ll figure it out

-Jill Paquette/ favorite song ever

Be still and know…

Well, it’s been a while, it has.  Since the last post, we packed all our earthly possesions, put most of them in a storage unit, and embarked on the journey of moving back in with the fam.  It’s a temporary move, mind you, but the house is a bit chaotic these days.  My sister will be married this week, and her wedding has been the epitome of DIY… the house is full of altar decorations, programs, centerpieces… it’s enough to make just about anyone decide to elope!  It’s going to be a beautiful wedding, and well worth all the preparation.  Then my brother will get married this fall.  When he moves out, someone else will move in.  It’s like a boarding house!

All that to say I’ve had scarcely enough quiet time to keep me sane, let alone think up things to share with others.  Sorry :)

In the middle of all the change and noise in our lives right now, I am so very glad to know God is unchanging.  When I am searching desperately for his face, and straining to hear his still, quiet voice, it’s not because he has moved away or has chosen not to speak to me.  I have learned to hear his voice in the extended times alone with him.  Now he has led me into another place.  Only he knows how long he will have me journey here, but it is legitimately more busy.  I am needing to learn to remove myself from the busyness to go away with Him.  To hear his voice again.  To know him, and to be reminded he knows me.  Right now I don’t have the luxury of being alone most of the time, but he still can be known.  He has not changed.

explosion of words

The recent increase in entries has been kinda fun. I have a long standing fear of saying anything substantial, cause once you say something online you can never take it back. Guess I’m learning to not take myself so seriously :)

So I’ll probably say some dumb things. Feel free to challenge my theology, just please have a little grace for me. If you’re mean I might cry. You won’t see it; just my cats will, and I’ll get over it, but you wouldn’t want to do that, would you? I didn’t think so. Thanks.

Meg

off the top of my heart

Many Christians feel the need to expose themselves to people who live lives less “privileged” than theirs through reading about people of other cultures.  Some of them see them firsthand for themselves through travel.  Many at least read books like Radical or Crazy Love or something else to relish the IDEA of setting aside all their luxury and privilege for something greater…  And then there are crazy people like me would love nothing more than to sell everything they own, buy one way tickets to who knows where and follow Jesus into some crowded, dusty, loud, chaotic place far away where none of the voices clammering around you are speaking a language you recognize, none of the smells remind you of anything familiar, probably smog chokes out any fresh air around, but somehow you can suddenly breathe.

I realize there is probably something wrong with me, but if so I welcome being messed up.  I would much prefer it to the perfection of having my house with lawn mowed diagonally in two directions (brooke and jeff that one’s for you :), perfect wardrobe of only the latest styles (though I confess I am a sucker for clothing), pantry stocked with one to two of every item I might possibly desire at any given time (though I really love to eat- a lot), 2.4 children who attend Christian school and can recite half the Bible but have no idea what it means to actually live out what they spout off (though my daughter goes to a great Christian school and I work there- we love it!).  I guess the point is that despite how much I enjoy all the comforts, blessings and luxuries that are ours, they feel so empty compared to a life that has very little of those comforts but is infused with life at every turn…

Just some stuff off the top of my heart tonight…

*Addendum- I hope this didn’t sound like I think I’m “above” the way anyone else lives.  That isn’t my heart about things at all, and I’m absolutely certain that there are many many people called to live out their faith in the middle of our culture.  I only hoped to communicate the desire I believe God has given me for something other than that.  And that’s it :)

-Meg