Remember how I said I’d try to find positives starting today?
And how my best friend died 21 months ago today?
Well, apparently, KTIS didn’t get that memo.
On my way to work today (around 2:30-3ish), the three songs that I heard seemed to be mocking me.
Stand in the Rain — Superchick (Only caught the last minute or so, but still.)
Better Than A Hallelujah — Amy Grant (Specifically the chorus, especially today.)
If We’ve Ever Needed You — Casting Crowns (Oh yeah. That one hit home.)
But they also helped some, too.
We pour out our miseries; God just hears a melody. Beautiful, the mess we are; the honest cries of breakin’ hearts are better than a hallelujah.
I’ve known for a while that I’m a mess.
I’ve known for a while that I need some help.
I’ve known for a while–I just haven’t fully admitted it.
I haven’t acknowledged that I’m not okay.
As Ken Davis would say, “I’m not okay. You’re not okay. And that’s okay.” (I think that’s the quote, anyway.)
On Sunday, I reacted.
I raised my arms–kind of. Palms up, not fully over my head, but raised.
I’m pretty sure I got teary-eyed during a couple of songs because they affected me so.
Lead Me to the Cross
Your Name High (The first minute and half or so has no lyrics; don’t give up on it. And I want this to be the atmosphere at my church All. The. TIME.)
I write down what strikes me at the time.
He stands above the rulers of the earth. The hope of His returning fills the universe.
rid me of myself; I belong to You
Nothing is impossible for You: You hold my world in Your hands.
on it my Savior both bruised and crushed showed that God is Love and God is Just
What a priceless gift, undeserved life, have I been given through Christ crucified
Anyway. I’ve been learning lately.
I think lack of sleep is making my posts crap.
Or not flowy.
Thought I’d share.
(Is that gonna be my new end line?)
Also, on a lighter note, check out Tim Hawkins! Dude’s hilarious. Proof that a dirty mouth does not a good comic make!