safe amidst the storms

they come again
those hot tears
only a few, as i try to push them away
for they come with the memories
the hurt, the pain
i dont want any of this anymore
God take it away from me!
you have done so much already
and you are so good to me, sweet Jesus
i will find my rest and safety in your arms
wrapped tightly and hidden from the pain of this dark world
let me not see what has past
nor long for what is yet to be
but breath deeply in what you have given me this day
this hour, this moment
let my thoughts be only on your great love
and let my only desire in life be to look more like you
as each new day opens.


H

wonderful tonight

[michael buble]

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."

I feel wonderful tonight
I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.

And then I tell her as I turn off the lights
Darling, I say my darling, you look wonderful tonight
I say my darling you were wonderful tonight

the best love story

by John L. Davies

God--the greatest lover
so loved--the greatest degree
the world--the greatest company
that He gave--the greatest act
His one and only Son--the greatest gift
that whoever--the greatest opportunity
believes--the greatest simplicity
in Him--the greatest attraction
should not perish--the greatest promise
but--the greatest difference
have--the greatest certainty
everlasting life--the greatest possession.


"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16

tell me when

she's sittin' on the floor with her eyes on the door
doesn't understand, but wishin' there was more
let the hair come down, let 'em skip the sleepy town
where the river runs free, without makin' a sound
where the stars shine bright, takes their breath away, that sight
lookin' down, lookin' out, oh it makes them wanna shout
and he's starin' in her eyes, but it's real, it's no surprise
and the sun is gonna rise in her eyes, no disguise
then the real world hits hard, he's comin' from afar
she's a broken glass tattered, shattered like a shard
he hasn't come home, little longer left to roam
dryin' dishes, wastin' wishes, no more paris and rome
but what's that she hears, is it music in her ears
oh so quietly their song and it dries her tears and fears
she races to the clock but the tick-tick-tock

has stopped

and she drops
to ground

she is locked

to the floor
to the door

counting
down
to
the
knock...

the teacher

she waves goodbye as the last student leaves the room
excited to show mom and dad what they made or did today,
but inside the busy room
she has much to do
much to think about.

what makes a teacher? she wonders
is it the countless hours planning lessons,
making photocopies,
gathering more butcher paper for another chart or song,
grading sums and differences of little fingers?

is it being an actress for them,
goofing off and making physical science interesting?

is it being perhaps the only encouragement they hear,
the gentle backscratch of "good job,"
the warm smile of "i care about you, sweetie"?

is it the glaring look at times,
the consequences of missing recess for not following rules,
role-playing how to respond more respectfully,
and talking of teamwork...again?

is it the sore throat at 2:15pm,
the throbbing headache from bending down
and explaining directions for the 4th time,
the constant dosage of Emergen-C?

is it the tears at home,
the "i can't do this" 's
the fear and feeling of failure,
and periods of wanting to quit?

yes. it's all of these, and so much more.
and it's overwhelming at times,
it's exhausting at times,
quite humbling at times,

but this is her calling
and she's charging forward, determined.


H

crazy

itching to run, to get out and go
far or near, my mind doesnt know
wanna drive, wanna fly
wanna touch that bright sky
i'm crazy inside, feelin' the rush
it's one of those days i cant stop the blush
oh why cant i get out, drive to the beach
the thrilling is killing me just past my reach
but no i'll subdue it, i'll keep it all in
and wait for a day to let it begin...


H

prayer

rainy saturday morning
wonderful time of prayer at church
even in that short 2 hours
i am changed.

Lord, make me different that who i have been.


H

reminisces

today i went to disneyland, my own 2nd grade classroom, a potato chip factory, mom's food pantry at the old house, ballet classes, and amy's house with hot apple pies.

i think your nose is a really funny thing. God sure has a sense of humor sometimes. :)