NPR Addiction

My sister referenced the lyrics to this song in her Facebook status update yesterday, and I was like, "I'm lost". I had a vague idea she was quoting a song, but what song? She gave me the pertinent info, and I explained that I'm so behind on pop culture because of my NPR habit. I guess it wouldn't kill me to change the radio station every once in a while.

I know I'm more than a year late, but this song is fantastic!

Perspective

So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. ~Matthew 6:34

Sudan often shapes my thoughts.

I have these cousins in Kansas
who are squatters in their own house.
They can't pay the mortgage.
They're going to be foreclosed upon
soon.

At least they're living in a house, not a tent,
Sudan says.

But--I can hear my cousins answer--the fear.
We are in the house now,
but who knows when our roof
will be lifted away.

You have the house today,
says Sudan.
Live in it today. Tomorrow doesn't exist.

Maybe You Need To Remember Too?

This morning, I found myself doing basically the same thing that I did when I woke up yesterday--mentally going through the checklist of all the things that are totally stressing me out.* As I was doing this, I was interrupted by this song that started playing in my mind. It was the second time in as many days that this particular song came to mind. Maybe God is trying to tell me something?

Just Remember I Love You by Firefall

When it all goes crazy and the thrill is gone
The days get rainy and the nights get long
When you get that feelin' you were born to lose
Starin' at your ceiling, thinkin' of your blues

When there's so much trouble that you want to cry
The world has crumbled and you don't know why
When your hopes are fading and they can't be found
Dreams have left you waiting friends have let you down

Just remember I love you
And it'll be alright
Just remember I love you
More than I can say
Maybe then your blues will fade away

When you need a lover and you're down so low
You start to wonder but you never know
When it feels like sorrow is your only friend
Knowing that tomorrow you'll feel this way again

When the blues come callin' at the break of dawn
The rain keeps fallin' but the rainbow's gone
When you feel like cryin' but the tears won't come
When your dreams are dyin' when you're on the run

Just remember I love you
And it'll be alright
Just remember I love you
More than I can say
Just remember I love you
And it'll be alright...

*Everything feels even worse when hubby is out of town.

PROMPTuesday #80: Minutiae

PROMPTuesday is Deb's creation, and I have not participated in a shamefully long time. But with this week's topic, I thought, I can do this. I can write about the minutiae of my day. Turns out that would take a very long time, so here are the details of my first few moments this morning.

first minutes

i curl into fetal position
and bury my face in my pillow
like i do every morning,
feeling like how can this be happening
to me
again?
this morning thing?
i'm so tired.
i run through the modeh ani
once or twice in my head
unscrambling the hebrew words
until they match the ones
on the notecard on my side table.
my mind drifts
and i pray about my various dreads
of the day
and then i say the modeh ani aloud.
i really should save the dreads
for second.
or not at all.

~robyn, nov. 3, 2009

Healing

He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

Surely he took up our infirmities
and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered him stricken by God,
smitten by him, and afflicted.

But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed.

~Isaiah 53:3-5

Sunday, Funday

This morning:
Laundry, The Sports Reporters, chocolate pancakes. (Well, pancakes with a hint of chocolate essence, which was just enough for this girl who is not so big on chocolate. We used chocolate almond milk instead of regular milk* with our Bisquick. Lovely.)

This afternoon/evening:
Dropped off the recycling, a quick visit at the in-laws (where I had some tasty homemade apple pie), errands, more laundry.

And now, a bonus:



This is the dumpster where we drop off our recycling. Someone tagged it. I think it's kind of a sad, unimpressive little tag. "Lost Hero" needs to go to graffiti school.

Just kidding, of course. I don't endorse vandalism. And "Lost Hero" may be a perfectly good graffiti artist who was just having an off day.


*By "regular milk" I mean vanilla almond milk.

Rage, Rage

Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. Nevertheless I will argue my ways before Him. ~Job 13:15

I got the results from my biopsy today. Turns out that the abnormality that was picked up on my nuclear image last week was benign. So, my week of prayer and tears and nervousness was all for nought, right? I don't think so. As much as I hate those scary, vulnerable moments, I also think they have a certain beauty. During the past week, I was raw and honest and scared before the Lord. I played out worst case scenarios in my mind. I battled the bitterness of the "unfair" things that were happening to me. I prayed and worried and tried to distract myself. And I felt a little bit of what it means to suffer in the face of the unknown.

I pray that this experience has taught me a lasting lesson in empathy. I pray that the good news I received today will motivate me to spread Good News to others. Despite my angst, I was never without hope. I know that not everyone knows that kind of hope for themselves.