I'd Like to Add . . .

I think this song is beautiful.  And I didn't even realize that I thought so until now even though I've heard it before.   I'm a sucker for movie music because it's usually sort of dramatic and I like dramatic music.  I like that aspect of the song.   I also like that it has a jazzy feel to it and that it just has a pretty melody to it.  What really made me realize that I like this song though is that almost right off the bat, you can hear what sounds like a mistake- but the song continues on.   This song has a unique form of beauty in music- the mix of conventional beauty with one more unique that sounds like a mistake at first.   There's something beautiful to me about continuing on-despite the "mistake" (although I'm pretty sure in the case of this song, the "mistake" isn't really a mistake). Maybe it's because I know my very apparent need for grace, my need for the love of God to continue to me despite my mistakes.  He

Have you ever borrowed something like a jacket or sweatshirt or pillow from a friend and noticed that it smells like their house, their laundry detergent or their shampoo?  Or it just smells like them - that smell that just belongs to a person.  And then do you keep smelling it because every time you smell it you can't help but to think of them and it makes you feel like they're nearby?  I do.  And it's something that I happen to like doing.  Maybe I'm weird but whatever. Sometimes I find myself smelling a sweatshirt that belongs to a friend just for the heck of it- because it's different than how I'm used to my own clothes smelling.  Sometimes though I do it because I miss the person whose sweatshirt I am smelling.  No, I always do it because I miss the person.  But sometimes I do it because I miss the person an especially extra amount.  Sometimes the sweatshirt is how I feel close to them.  And sometimes I do this same thing except not with smell and n

" You have wounded me with your love and I'll never be the same again I try to run, I try to hide but my heart burns it burns with your fire set a fire down in my soul that I can't contain and I can't control I want more of you God   I love you Lord I don't care what it looks like " This wound is one that I love.  This wound draws me back to you time and time again.  I try to walk away but my heart has been awakened to love and now I can't turn away.  This hurt keeps me yearning for more of the love that changed me forever.  This seal that has been stamped on my heart will forever brand me Yours. At first it didn't make sense to me.  At first I didn't understand how a wound would ever be good, but then you showed me that you had to wound me for my heart to be replaced with yours.  At first I wanted to run and I tried to, but you wouldn't let me get away from something so wonderful.  You don't force me to stay- but the impact

I sit here in a room on the second floor of this house.  The wind coming in through the vent creates a whistling sound.  It was only so delicately recently that I felt alone here and this sound reminded me of what I would imagine my heart sounded like.  Alone, solitary, dark, abandoned.  There are lights on all over but their rays did nothing to warm my soul and they made no difference.  The paintings on the walls I found myself afraid of at first glance with no explanation of why.  The grand colors on the walls might as well have all been the same shade of gray for all I saw.  The soft carpets under my feet didn't even cross my mind as I trudged from here to there.  In fact I found myself only wanting to sink down onto them, not because of the comfort they would hold but because I just wanted to sit there and block out all the rest and feel you inside.  That's all I want.  I want to feel some warmth, my heart to be filled with something of substancial worth.  This house proves

As I stand before this broken wall of glass The ghost of my past has been snatched away. I feel naked and bare. I hated it but I was so used to it being there- Creeping, haunting my every move As if I were a puppet without a will to choose. And now this pull that was so strong That demanded my allegiance Is gone. This is the feeling of being set free- Sometimes confused with an enemy. Because this monster I was used to. It's lies I thought were truth till You broke through. There was blood all over but as you ripped it out of me You looked me in the eye and said It is finished. Be free. As I stand before this broken wall of glass Where you broke in And threw out the lie on which I depended I look into your eyes And know I've been defended I will not grieve this riddance Even though it's a habit of mine to miss. I will not sway to contemplate If choosing you was a mistake. For now that one on which I lean Is my Beloved. It is finished. I am f