song by Uncle Kracker
You're better then the best
I'm lucky just to linger in your light
Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right
Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where you send me,
Lets me know that it's ok, yeah it's ok
And the moments where my good times start to fade
You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile
Even when you're gone
Somehow you come along
Just like a flower poking the sidewalk crack and just like that
You steal away the rain and just like that
You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile
Don't know how I lived without you
Cuz everytime that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
I'm So Glad I Got to Know Someone Like You.
"I don't know how,
to say what i'm feeling.
I don't have words,
to write you a song..."
_______________________________________________________
Dear Mr. Niall Booth,
I will never forget your kindness. I once read, "They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel." That doesn't apply to you. I won't forget how you made me feel, but I also won't forget what you said. Your accent made words stick in my head...and some of those words made their way permanently into my heart. I will backpack through Europe--and you're the one who fueled that dream--who challenged me to not let life pass me by. You modeled that for everyone who knew you. Life didn't pass you by. "Things" didn't matter that much to you...you knew they were temporary...that people were more important. You lived to the hilt the moments you were given. And the way you made people feel--encouraging them, going out of your way to help them, finding funny things to say to lighten the mood--you were a life giver. You loved people in a way that made Jesus smile so big...and all the while you were loving on Him. Your courage and compassion continue to inspire.
Thank you for the honor of letting me into your life--of giving me the chance to know you. You've impacted so many people's lives. I'm one of many. And that legacy continues.
I don't really know what else to say. I'm sure there's tons more...
But here's to the Epopees yet to come. You're experiencing the best one right now.
Cheers & Love,
Caitlin
___________________________________________________
My friend Mr. Niall Booth died this morning in a helicopter crash. He has a beautiful family. We will miss him deeply.
____________________________________________________
"...but i have this hope and i have this prayer,
and i am believing....
Your words are true,
You never leave us alone.
Now every tear saved through the years in memory's bottle
becomes the fine wine, You serve to the children of God." (J.Upton)
Abba, thank you for never leaving us alone.
to say what i'm feeling.
I don't have words,
to write you a song..."
_______________________________________________________
Dear Mr. Niall Booth,
I will never forget your kindness. I once read, "They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel." That doesn't apply to you. I won't forget how you made me feel, but I also won't forget what you said. Your accent made words stick in my head...and some of those words made their way permanently into my heart. I will backpack through Europe--and you're the one who fueled that dream--who challenged me to not let life pass me by. You modeled that for everyone who knew you. Life didn't pass you by. "Things" didn't matter that much to you...you knew they were temporary...that people were more important. You lived to the hilt the moments you were given. And the way you made people feel--encouraging them, going out of your way to help them, finding funny things to say to lighten the mood--you were a life giver. You loved people in a way that made Jesus smile so big...and all the while you were loving on Him. Your courage and compassion continue to inspire.
Thank you for the honor of letting me into your life--of giving me the chance to know you. You've impacted so many people's lives. I'm one of many. And that legacy continues.
I don't really know what else to say. I'm sure there's tons more...
But here's to the Epopees yet to come. You're experiencing the best one right now.
Cheers & Love,
Caitlin
___________________________________________________
My friend Mr. Niall Booth died this morning in a helicopter crash. He has a beautiful family. We will miss him deeply.
____________________________________________________
"...but i have this hope and i have this prayer,
and i am believing....
Your words are true,
You never leave us alone.
Now every tear saved through the years in memory's bottle
becomes the fine wine, You serve to the children of God." (J.Upton)
Abba, thank you for never leaving us alone.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Absence makes the heart grow...
"Always toward absent lovers love's tide stronger flows." -Sextus Propertius
Not sure what I think...
Not sure what I think...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Favorite Lyrics Right Now
1492 by Alexander (album: white flags and silver spoons)
If I had to guess what it was/ That was going through the mind of Christopher Columbus/ The seven seas and Antoinette/ As her glory filled the ballroom/ The waves she cast upon the peasants kings and all who/ Beheld her there, he stood and stared/ And killed her with kindness, kindness/ And I know he could not have been prepared for/ The distance he would travel for his love/ He would have you think/ His claim was for Spain/ But all the while he knew that/ He knew it was all for her
If I had to guess what it was/ That was going through the mind of Christopher Columbus/ The seven seas and Antoinette/ As her glory filled the ballroom/ The waves she cast upon the peasants kings and all who/ Beheld her there, he stood and stared/ And killed her with kindness, kindness/ And I know he could not have been prepared for/ The distance he would travel for his love/ He would have you think/ His claim was for Spain/ But all the while he knew that/ He knew it was all for her
Sunday, July 12, 2009
"Totally, like, whatever you know?"
“
In case you hadn’t noticed,
it has somehow become uncool
to sound like you know what you’re talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you’re saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)’s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren’t, like, questions? You know?
Declarative sentences - so-called
because they used to, like, DECLARE things to be true
as opposed to other things which were, like, not -
have been infected by a totally hip
and tragically cool interrogative tone? You know?
Like, don’t think I’m uncool just because I’ve noticed this;
this is just like the word on the street, you know?
It’s like what I’ve heard?
I have nothing personally invested in my own opinions, okay?
I’m just inviting you to join me in my uncertainty?
What has happened to our conviction?
Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?
Have they been, like, chopped down
with the rest of the rain forest?
Or do we have, like, nothing to say?
Has society become so, like, totally …
I mean absolutely … You know?
That we’ve just gotten to the point where it’s just, like …
whatever!
And so actually our disarticulation … ness
is just a clever sort of … thing
to disguise the fact that we’ve become
the most aggressively inarticulate generation
to come along since …
you know, a long, long time ago!
I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,
I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks
the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker,
it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too.
”
- taylor mali
In case you hadn’t noticed,
it has somehow become uncool
to sound like you know what you’re talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you’re saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)’s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren’t, like, questions? You know?
Declarative sentences - so-called
because they used to, like, DECLARE things to be true
as opposed to other things which were, like, not -
have been infected by a totally hip
and tragically cool interrogative tone? You know?
Like, don’t think I’m uncool just because I’ve noticed this;
this is just like the word on the street, you know?
It’s like what I’ve heard?
I have nothing personally invested in my own opinions, okay?
I’m just inviting you to join me in my uncertainty?
What has happened to our conviction?
Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?
Have they been, like, chopped down
with the rest of the rain forest?
Or do we have, like, nothing to say?
Has society become so, like, totally …
I mean absolutely … You know?
That we’ve just gotten to the point where it’s just, like …
whatever!
And so actually our disarticulation … ness
is just a clever sort of … thing
to disguise the fact that we’ve become
the most aggressively inarticulate generation
to come along since …
you know, a long, long time ago!
I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,
I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks
the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker,
it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too.
”
- taylor mali
Saturday, July 11, 2009
it was all for her
If I had to guess what it was/ That was going through the mind of Christopher Columbus/ The seven seas and Antoinette/ As her glory filled the ballroom/ The waves she cast upon the peasants kings and all who/ Beheld her there, he stood and stared/ And killed her with kindness, kindness/ And I know he could not have been prepared for/ The distance he would travel for his love/ He would have you think/ His claim was for Spain/ But all the while he knew that/ He knew it was all for her.
-1492 lyrics by Ryan Alexander
-1492 lyrics by Ryan Alexander
Thursday, July 9, 2009
xoxo
"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone."
-Audrey Hepburn
"We fight not for glory nor for wealth nor honour, but only and alone we fight for freedom which no good man surrenders but with his life."
-Robert the Bruce
-Audrey Hepburn
"We fight not for glory nor for wealth nor honour, but only and alone we fight for freedom which no good man surrenders but with his life."
-Robert the Bruce
Thursday, July 2, 2009
re-build
We build.
Erecting edifices around ourselves, constructing mighty castles —our very own kingdom.
(And Who doesn’t want their own kingdom? )
The materials are tried and true. broken dreams, resentment, disappointment, heartache, anger, shame, competition. They’ve existed…for too many generations to count. And somehow the material finds a way to take on a life of its own, growing stronger as time passes, finding a way to control the fabric of our being.
These sturdy walls—they keep us safe—
or so we think.
In the twists and turns life takes, we find ways to not hurt—to stay away from situations that could break our hearts. We become master manipulators in this game of survival. We build stronger castles. We find traditions and rituals to hold onto—to cling to when things get shaky—to keep things from getting shaky in the first place. We keep people out.
But
Not every kingdom is good. Not every tower is safe. Not every tradition is conducted in freedom.
So much energy goes into trying to convince ourselves that we are ok, when what our heart really needs is to know is...
that there is something more…
that freedom isn’t just a word.
And that’s why the breaking brings the healing. We need the breaking. It is essential.
Brokenness that unmasks our fears, our shame, our ways of control.
Maybe we’re afraid that God grows tired of us—that we need these castles because maybe He really isn’t as sufficient as He claims. Maybe this anger will protect us because what if he does become tired of fighting for us, of rescuing us, of bending down in his greatness to kiss broken humanity?
Our culture would agree. When people grow old, we toss them away. Isn’t that how God works too?
Yet He says that He is not man.
Maybe we don’t believe forever is possible. We’ve seen that people stick around for a while, but eventually love fades away. Maybe it’s the same with God, sticking around for a while, but eventually moving on.
Yet, even when we find ourselves thickly caught in the most solid of defenses, there is something inside that says forever IS real.
There really is a commitment that is stronger than death, more jealous than the grave, sturdier than the mountains.
It must be real. Because why else would we need a way to sedate ourselves when the ideal of forever gets betrayed?
Maybe the problem is where we are searching for that forever.
We search for the satisfaction of forever thinking it is found in the earth. Turning to other lovers who only disappoint, we think the only release from the pain is to build our kingdoms.
So we take up residence in the castles.
But if these castles are supposed to keep us so safe, why are we so miserable?
AH! We weren’t fashioned for a counterfeit freedom—a counterfeit love. We weren’t made for cheap. The cheap stuff isn’t supposed to satisfy!!! It can’t!
Deception keeps us in relationship with the counterfeit. It makes us think that the cheap is all we are worth. It makes us comfortable in the junk.
GOD, would you break the foundations of the kingdoms that we’ve made?!? The ones that keep us from You? That keep us from eternal life? That keep us from seeing your face? The cheap doesn’t satisfy. The counterfeit only robs. Deception keeps us from realizing the chains. We need real freedom. Only You can do that in our lives.
Take our buildings.
Break them.
re-build us to look like You.
Erecting edifices around ourselves, constructing mighty castles —our very own kingdom.
(And Who doesn’t want their own kingdom? )
The materials are tried and true. broken dreams, resentment, disappointment, heartache, anger, shame, competition. They’ve existed…for too many generations to count. And somehow the material finds a way to take on a life of its own, growing stronger as time passes, finding a way to control the fabric of our being.
These sturdy walls—they keep us safe—
or so we think.
In the twists and turns life takes, we find ways to not hurt—to stay away from situations that could break our hearts. We become master manipulators in this game of survival. We build stronger castles. We find traditions and rituals to hold onto—to cling to when things get shaky—to keep things from getting shaky in the first place. We keep people out.
But
Not every kingdom is good. Not every tower is safe. Not every tradition is conducted in freedom.
So much energy goes into trying to convince ourselves that we are ok, when what our heart really needs is to know is...
that there is something more…
that freedom isn’t just a word.
And that’s why the breaking brings the healing. We need the breaking. It is essential.
Brokenness that unmasks our fears, our shame, our ways of control.
Maybe we’re afraid that God grows tired of us—that we need these castles because maybe He really isn’t as sufficient as He claims. Maybe this anger will protect us because what if he does become tired of fighting for us, of rescuing us, of bending down in his greatness to kiss broken humanity?
Our culture would agree. When people grow old, we toss them away. Isn’t that how God works too?
Yet He says that He is not man.
Maybe we don’t believe forever is possible. We’ve seen that people stick around for a while, but eventually love fades away. Maybe it’s the same with God, sticking around for a while, but eventually moving on.
Yet, even when we find ourselves thickly caught in the most solid of defenses, there is something inside that says forever IS real.
There really is a commitment that is stronger than death, more jealous than the grave, sturdier than the mountains.
It must be real. Because why else would we need a way to sedate ourselves when the ideal of forever gets betrayed?
Maybe the problem is where we are searching for that forever.
We search for the satisfaction of forever thinking it is found in the earth. Turning to other lovers who only disappoint, we think the only release from the pain is to build our kingdoms.
So we take up residence in the castles.
But if these castles are supposed to keep us so safe, why are we so miserable?
AH! We weren’t fashioned for a counterfeit freedom—a counterfeit love. We weren’t made for cheap. The cheap stuff isn’t supposed to satisfy!!! It can’t!
Deception keeps us in relationship with the counterfeit. It makes us think that the cheap is all we are worth. It makes us comfortable in the junk.
GOD, would you break the foundations of the kingdoms that we’ve made?!? The ones that keep us from You? That keep us from eternal life? That keep us from seeing your face? The cheap doesn’t satisfy. The counterfeit only robs. Deception keeps us from realizing the chains. We need real freedom. Only You can do that in our lives.
Take our buildings.
Break them.
re-build us to look like You.
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