Myth

Drifting in and out
You see the road you're on
It came rolling down your cheek
You say just what you mean
And in between it's never as it seems

Help me to name it
Help me to name it

If you built yourself a myth
You'd know just what to give
What comes after this
Momentary bliss
The consequence of what you do to me

Help me to name it
Help me to name it

Found yourself in a new direction
Arrows falling from the sun
Canyon calling would they come to greet you
Let you know you're not the only one

Can't keep hanging on
To what is dead and gone
If you built yourself a myth
You'd know just what to give
Materialize
Or let the ashes fly

Help me to name it
Help me to name it

Trees and hills

Lord, please give my husband the trees and hills he so desires. Please bless him with abundant growth in his life...bless him infinitely more than he could ask or think. Breathe refreshing strength into him and guide his every step with grace.

"Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy." Psalm 126:5

Sad days

Why is it so much easier to be hurtful and hateful than loving and encouraging? How is it that we both lack these good qualities and are proficient destroyers of one another? I waited and swore and cried an ocean while abandoned...all for what? Will I have the patience to continue on with this so-called marriage? If divorce is not an option, will God equip me with the ability to endure this lonely and hurtful time once again? Even as he is passionless, directionless, perpetually dissatisfied with his own life, I am called to submit. I made a covenant with God to do so...will He honor it?

A million miles

It saddens me to know that if it wasn't for the wonderful child, we wouldn't be together.