I made You promises a thousand times
I tried to hear from Heaven,
but I talked the whole time
I think I made You too small
I never feared You at all, no
if You touched my face, would I know You?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?
What do I know of You,
who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
but the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?
I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories, and I learned to talk about
how You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be,
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees
What do I know of You,
who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
but the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
So what do I know?
What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
and a God who gave life "its" name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?
So what do I know of You,
who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
but the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know?
What do I know of Holy?
- Addison Road
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
A Few Things.
1. Happy Belated Anniversary, Gina! As of last Saturday, I have officially owned my honda civic for 2 years, making it the longest relationship I've ever been in. I have more than doubled the amount of miles driven since I became the owner of little Gina. So far, no problems! What a good little car...
2. Is it okay to tell a mother that their child needs to be put back on their ADD medication? I hope so- because I did. I mean, teeeechnically, she asked me...and I was just really honest. "Yes, please, give him the drugs before sending him to my class."
3. I'm wondering at what point my story from Friday night gets to be funny. When it gets to that point, I'll share it with you all.
2. Is it okay to tell a mother that their child needs to be put back on their ADD medication? I hope so- because I did. I mean, teeeechnically, she asked me...and I was just really honest. "Yes, please, give him the drugs before sending him to my class."
3. I'm wondering at what point my story from Friday night gets to be funny. When it gets to that point, I'll share it with you all.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Ramblings.
mmm I love chips and salsa. Sometimes I forget how much I do until I am walking down the aisle at the grocery store and then get really excited all over again. It's normally the first thing I unpack from my grocery bags.
I like to listen to music at unreasonable volumes. I blame an excess amount of travel time by myself for this nasty habit. I can't help it. When I hear a jam, I just want to pump up the volume.
Target is a dangerous place for me to be. Seriously...I can't walk out of that store without spending money. (Why do I even go in???)
I haven't seen a really good movie in a really long time. Someone asked me the other day, "why are all of your favorite movies like old?" I said, "that's a good question- it's because I haven't SEEN a great movie in a long time!" One that I want to watch over and over again? Hasn't happened.
I miss college. Especially around this time of year.
I love my friends. Really, I do. Whether I think their advice sucks, I just want them to listen or I might not like what they have to say, I always love the dialogue that occurs- honest, real, and encouraging. I love my friends. And some might say I'm picky about them, and I'd say you're right. I learned a long time ago "bad company corrupts good character (I Cor. 15:33)" and I wouldn't trade my friends for anything.
I like to listen to music at unreasonable volumes. I blame an excess amount of travel time by myself for this nasty habit. I can't help it. When I hear a jam, I just want to pump up the volume.
Target is a dangerous place for me to be. Seriously...I can't walk out of that store without spending money. (Why do I even go in???)
I haven't seen a really good movie in a really long time. Someone asked me the other day, "why are all of your favorite movies like old?" I said, "that's a good question- it's because I haven't SEEN a great movie in a long time!" One that I want to watch over and over again? Hasn't happened.
I miss college. Especially around this time of year.
I love my friends. Really, I do. Whether I think their advice sucks, I just want them to listen or I might not like what they have to say, I always love the dialogue that occurs- honest, real, and encouraging. I love my friends. And some might say I'm picky about them, and I'd say you're right. I learned a long time ago "bad company corrupts good character (I Cor. 15:33)" and I wouldn't trade my friends for anything.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Abby Normal.
An encouraging conversation at the office today:
Me: What? Who is this guy asking to be my facebook friend? (...gets on facebook and looks at picture...) Ew! He's a creepy old man! Why does he want to be my friend? I'm totally saying no.
Co-worker #1: Because you are beautiful! You are a beautiful, attractive young woman and that's why he wants to be friends with you!
Co-worker #2: Does he have the year he was born on there?
Me: No but he is aaaancient!
Co-worker #2: Is that a Civil War re-enactment picture he has on there?
Me: Yup. And his looking for? Friendship, a RELATIONSHIP, and networking...
Co-worker #1: See, I told you...you're attractive and you WILL attract creepy old men!
In other news...
I reached into my glovebox today to update my insurance card. I smiled as I pulled out the map you drew for me a few months back. Do you know how cute you were that day? I'm not really sure where this is going, and I'm not sure I really care- just know that you bring a smile to my face on a fairly regular basis. The end.
Me: What? Who is this guy asking to be my facebook friend? (...gets on facebook and looks at picture...) Ew! He's a creepy old man! Why does he want to be my friend? I'm totally saying no.
Co-worker #1: Because you are beautiful! You are a beautiful, attractive young woman and that's why he wants to be friends with you!
Co-worker #2: Does he have the year he was born on there?
Me: No but he is aaaancient!
Co-worker #2: Is that a Civil War re-enactment picture he has on there?
Me: Yup. And his looking for? Friendship, a RELATIONSHIP, and networking...
Co-worker #1: See, I told you...you're attractive and you WILL attract creepy old men!
In other news...
I reached into my glovebox today to update my insurance card. I smiled as I pulled out the map you drew for me a few months back. Do you know how cute you were that day? I'm not really sure where this is going, and I'm not sure I really care- just know that you bring a smile to my face on a fairly regular basis. The end.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
I'm a Big Baby.
I can be a pretty big baby sometimes. I whine and complain about things I have no right to whine and complain about. I let bitterness change my attitude towards my acts of service and my view of others.
Last weekend, there was a mother/daughter banquet at my church that the women's ministries team put together. A few months ago, they asked me to put together some activities for the girls under 12 to do with the mothers. I didn't think it would be a big deal- spouted off several ideas off the top of my head in the meeting and that was that.
Well, things didn't go exactly like I thought they were going to. I thought I was just going to be in charge of preparing and organizing ahead of time for the event. However, it kind of went like this: I didn't have a single team member helping me, I planned all of it myself, did all the shopping for supplies myself, and spent several of my work hours (that I should have used working on other things) doing said things the couple of weeks leading up to last weekend. Then I spent time on Friday and Saturday setting everything up by myself and when it came time for the event, instead of enjoying the evening with my own mother, I put her to work for half of it and left her to sit by herself for the other half...and then had her help me clean up afterwards.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I wasn't quite a happy camper and was already adding this to my list of "things I will never say yes to again" in my head. Did it matter that I was technically getting paid to do all of this? No. Did it matter that I had actually said yes in the first place? No. Did it matter that I'm probably not going to be getting any crowns or jewels in heaven for it because of my awful attitude at this point? Nope.
So I sat there while they were handing out door prizes, and they got to the last 3 prizes which were pretty big- gift certificates to a salon. And instead of being happy for the women who won, I was sitting there thinking, "gee, it would have been nice if they gave the people who did a ton of work for this one of those...". To make matters worse (in my mind, at this point), after the evening was over one of the committee members brought me a vase filled with a pretty bouquet of flowers, saying that was my thank you for all the work I put into the evening. Oh, but I would have to give the vase back- they borrowed it from someone.
Yesterday was my "last day" working on site at the school during school days. It was kind of a sad day. Janelle made my favorite chocolate cake and the students all said their goodbyes to me. Then I got a present from a couple of my co-workers who are just too sweet. Wanna know what it was? A gift certificate to a salon.
I'm so thankful that God loves me and so graciously continues to bless me with good gifts even when I am so undeserving. And that he gives me second chances- to change my attitudes and my heart to be more like His and a whole lot less like mine.
Last weekend, there was a mother/daughter banquet at my church that the women's ministries team put together. A few months ago, they asked me to put together some activities for the girls under 12 to do with the mothers. I didn't think it would be a big deal- spouted off several ideas off the top of my head in the meeting and that was that.
Well, things didn't go exactly like I thought they were going to. I thought I was just going to be in charge of preparing and organizing ahead of time for the event. However, it kind of went like this: I didn't have a single team member helping me, I planned all of it myself, did all the shopping for supplies myself, and spent several of my work hours (that I should have used working on other things) doing said things the couple of weeks leading up to last weekend. Then I spent time on Friday and Saturday setting everything up by myself and when it came time for the event, instead of enjoying the evening with my own mother, I put her to work for half of it and left her to sit by herself for the other half...and then had her help me clean up afterwards.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I wasn't quite a happy camper and was already adding this to my list of "things I will never say yes to again" in my head. Did it matter that I was technically getting paid to do all of this? No. Did it matter that I had actually said yes in the first place? No. Did it matter that I'm probably not going to be getting any crowns or jewels in heaven for it because of my awful attitude at this point? Nope.
So I sat there while they were handing out door prizes, and they got to the last 3 prizes which were pretty big- gift certificates to a salon. And instead of being happy for the women who won, I was sitting there thinking, "gee, it would have been nice if they gave the people who did a ton of work for this one of those...". To make matters worse (in my mind, at this point), after the evening was over one of the committee members brought me a vase filled with a pretty bouquet of flowers, saying that was my thank you for all the work I put into the evening. Oh, but I would have to give the vase back- they borrowed it from someone.
Yesterday was my "last day" working on site at the school during school days. It was kind of a sad day. Janelle made my favorite chocolate cake and the students all said their goodbyes to me. Then I got a present from a couple of my co-workers who are just too sweet. Wanna know what it was? A gift certificate to a salon.
I'm so thankful that God loves me and so graciously continues to bless me with good gifts even when I am so undeserving. And that he gives me second chances- to change my attitudes and my heart to be more like His and a whole lot less like mine.
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