I just wanted to say that I am so grateful to know that I am the apple of Your eye...
Love,
Your kiddo...
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
An old song with a message that is even more applicable today...
American Again - Carman
George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Samuel Adams, First Chief Justice John Jay...
Names synonymous with the spirit of our country...
Founding fathers of the U.S.A.
Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain by divine call...
Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote the Declaration of Independence...
With liberty and justice for all.
But something happened since Jefferson called the Bible the cornerstone for American liberty then put it in our schools as a light...
Or since "Give me liberty, or give me death," Patrick Henry said...
Our country was founded on the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
We eliminated God from the equation of American life thus eliminating the reason this nation first began...
From beyond the grave I hear the voices of our founding fathers plead,
"You need God in America again."
Of the 55 men who formed the Constitution, fifty-two were active members of their church...
Founding fathers, like Noah Webster who wrote the first dictionary, could literally quote the Bible chapter and verse...
James Madison said, "We've staked our future on our ability to follow the Ten Commandments with all our heart..."
These men believed you couldn't even call yourself an American if you subvert the Word of God.
In his farewell address, Washington said, "You can't have national morality apart from religious principle," and it's true...
'Cause right now we have nearly 150,000 kids carrying guns to these war zones we call public schools.
In the '40's and '50's student problems were chewing gum and talking...
In the '90's, rape and murder are the trend
The only way this nation can even hope to last this decade is put God in America again.
The only hope for America is Jesus...
The only hope for our country is Him...
If we repent of our ways, stand firm and say,
"We need God in America again..."
Abe Lincoln said, "The philosophy of the classroom in one generation will be the philosophy of government of the next..."
So when you eliminate the Word of God from the classroom and politics you eliminate the nation that Word protects.
America is now number one in teen pregnancy and violent crime...
Number one in illiteracy, drug use, and divorce...
Everyday a new holocaust of 5,000 unborn die while pornography floods our streets like open sewers.
America's dead and dying hand is on the threshold of the Church...
While the spirit of Sodom and Gomorrah vex us all...
When it gets to the point where people would rather come out of the closet than clean it, it's a sign that the judgment of God is gonna fall.
If there's ever been a time to rise up Church, it's now...
And as the blood bought saints of the living God proclaim.
That it's time to sound the alarm from the Church house to the White House and say, "We want God in America again!"
I believe it's time for America to stand up and proclaim that one nation under God is our demand...
And send this evil lifestyle back to Satan where it came from...
And let the Word of God revive our dying land.
For Jesus Christ is coming back again in all His glory...
And every eye shall see Him on that day...
That's why a new anointing of God's power's coming on us to boldly tell the world you must be saved.
Because astrology won't save you, your horoscope won't save you...
The Bible says these things are all a farce...
If you're born again, you don't need to look to the stars for your answers 'cause you can look to the very One who made those stars.
History tells us time and time again to live like there's no God makes you a fool...
If you want to see kids live right, stop handing out condoms and start handing out the Word of God in schools...
The only hope for America is Jesus...
The only hope for our country is Him...
If we repent of our ways, stand firm and say,
"We need God in America again!"
We need God in America...
God in America...
God in America again!
P.S. Happy 233rd Birthday, America... May God bless us & keep us...
P.P.S. Thank you, Jesus, for the freedom that only You can give... Forgive our country for turning its back on the One for Whom it was founded...
George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Samuel Adams, First Chief Justice John Jay...
Names synonymous with the spirit of our country...
Founding fathers of the U.S.A.
Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain by divine call...
Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote the Declaration of Independence...
With liberty and justice for all.
But something happened since Jefferson called the Bible the cornerstone for American liberty then put it in our schools as a light...
Or since "Give me liberty, or give me death," Patrick Henry said...
Our country was founded on the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
We eliminated God from the equation of American life thus eliminating the reason this nation first began...
From beyond the grave I hear the voices of our founding fathers plead,
"You need God in America again."
Of the 55 men who formed the Constitution, fifty-two were active members of their church...
Founding fathers, like Noah Webster who wrote the first dictionary, could literally quote the Bible chapter and verse...
James Madison said, "We've staked our future on our ability to follow the Ten Commandments with all our heart..."
These men believed you couldn't even call yourself an American if you subvert the Word of God.
In his farewell address, Washington said, "You can't have national morality apart from religious principle," and it's true...
'Cause right now we have nearly 150,000 kids carrying guns to these war zones we call public schools.
In the '40's and '50's student problems were chewing gum and talking...
In the '90's, rape and murder are the trend
The only way this nation can even hope to last this decade is put God in America again.
The only hope for America is Jesus...
The only hope for our country is Him...
If we repent of our ways, stand firm and say,
"We need God in America again..."
Abe Lincoln said, "The philosophy of the classroom in one generation will be the philosophy of government of the next..."
So when you eliminate the Word of God from the classroom and politics you eliminate the nation that Word protects.
America is now number one in teen pregnancy and violent crime...
Number one in illiteracy, drug use, and divorce...
Everyday a new holocaust of 5,000 unborn die while pornography floods our streets like open sewers.
America's dead and dying hand is on the threshold of the Church...
While the spirit of Sodom and Gomorrah vex us all...
When it gets to the point where people would rather come out of the closet than clean it, it's a sign that the judgment of God is gonna fall.
If there's ever been a time to rise up Church, it's now...
And as the blood bought saints of the living God proclaim.
That it's time to sound the alarm from the Church house to the White House and say, "We want God in America again!"
I believe it's time for America to stand up and proclaim that one nation under God is our demand...
And send this evil lifestyle back to Satan where it came from...
And let the Word of God revive our dying land.
For Jesus Christ is coming back again in all His glory...
And every eye shall see Him on that day...
That's why a new anointing of God's power's coming on us to boldly tell the world you must be saved.
Because astrology won't save you, your horoscope won't save you...
The Bible says these things are all a farce...
If you're born again, you don't need to look to the stars for your answers 'cause you can look to the very One who made those stars.
History tells us time and time again to live like there's no God makes you a fool...
If you want to see kids live right, stop handing out condoms and start handing out the Word of God in schools...
The only hope for America is Jesus...
The only hope for our country is Him...
If we repent of our ways, stand firm and say,
"We need God in America again!"
We need God in America...
God in America...
God in America again!
P.S. Happy 233rd Birthday, America... May God bless us & keep us...
P.P.S. Thank you, Jesus, for the freedom that only You can give... Forgive our country for turning its back on the One for Whom it was founded...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Saw this on someone's Facebook today...
Law of the Garbage Truck
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!
Friday, June 12, 2009
The following is an email that my father's step-mom, Gloria, sent out to a handful of individuals this evening...
I’ve always had an interest in photography long before I owned a camera.
Growing up in a modest household, the whole idea of a child taking pictures with a camera was out-of-the-question. My parents couldn’t afford the film and the processing for themselves, much less for a kid.
Throughout my childhood I spent hours in the library studying photos in Life Magazine and National Geographic. I also spent time analyzing the works of great photographers such as Gordon Parks, Ansel Adams, Alfred Eisenstaedt, Dorthea Lange, Edward Steichen, Edward Weston, and especially Margaret Bourke-White whose work (next to Parks) I most admired.
Access to these giants of photography was limited to the times when Dad drove to Traverse City (a city in northern Michigan—a 60-mile/100 km round trip from our home in Leland) and was willing to drop me off at the city library. I couldn’t check out books but I hauled the huge photography books down from the shelves and spent hours studying them in the library.
I may not have had a camera, much less the money to operate one, but I constantly sized up everything I saw in my life as a child as if I were taking its picture.
It wasn’t until I was in high school that I got my first camera, a Kodak Instamatic, as a birthday present. I took a couple of rolls of our senior class trip to New York City for the World’s Fair and shots of my graduating classmates but that was the limit. Film and processing still were way too expensive for me.
I took the Kodak Instamatic with me when I went to the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor and there I learned that I could cut my costs by joining a student darkroom and processing my film and photos myself.
I sent some of my photos back home and Dad hung them in the post office where he worked.
An elderly man from LaFayette, Indiana who spent his summers in my home town on Lake Michigan stopped by the post office to pick up his mail and asked the postmaster who the photographer was. Dad told him and the man asked if I’d like to have a camera and a set of lenses.
Dad called to tell me that this was a very expensive set—an SLR camera with interchangeable lenses—then the latest in photo technology so I took the first available bus home for a weekend.
The elderly man had powerful connections in the world of photography. Each year he received the newest in camera equipment—and each year he passed some of this equipment on to young people he thought had some potential. I was to be that year’s lucky recipient.
I not only used that equipment to learn how to take pictures; I made money with it to help me through college.
I didn’t do weddings.
What I did was take photos for doctoral students and research scientists who paid me for photos they could use in their doctoral papers and research articles. My work appeared in a fair number of technical magazines and in National Geographic as a result of this alliance between me and almost every scientific or engineering Ph.D. candidate in Ann Arbor.
Later, when I launched myself into my own graduate studies, the camera got bigger—the Earth Resources Satellite, then in low earth orbit and in the early 1970s, it was one of the earliest (and largest) of digital cameras. I learned a lot about digital photography (then classified as secret by the U.S. government) at the Willow Run Infrared Optics laboratory.
When I left Ann Arbor, I had to go back to working with film until digital cameras began to appear commercially several decades later.
Although I used the small, pocket digital cameras supplied by the company I worked for, I knew better was coming and that I just had to wait for it.
Finally, Nikon came out with its first digital camera for the professional photojournalist—the D1, which I bought.
When I upgraded to the Nikon D2X I gave the D1 to my eldest stepson, Mike, who is as passionate about photography as I am and had a complete set of Nikon lenses to go with the camera body I was giving him.
Last week Mike triggered my latest round of high-end camera buying.
He called me to share the news that he bought Nikon’s latest in lenses—the VR (vibration reduction) lenses. These lenses compensate for slight twitches or imperfections when a photographer hand-holds the camera instead of uses a tripod.
Although I’ve always been a fine marksman—both with a rifle and a camera—this new feature has added appeal because as I get older I’ve become less steady with the camera. Vibration stabilizing lenses also would improve my success rate when I’m doing telephoto work or when I’m shooting indoors using only existing light.
So I went out and bought a set of VR lenses and it was then that the saleswoman who had sold me my current camera asked me if I’d like to buy the latest—the Nikon D3X for $8,800.
I told her I’d wait until next spring—after I get back from New Zealand and then I’ll see how much money I still have left.
Two days later, I got a phone call from the camera store—they were willing to sell me the camera at their list price—$6,900. That’s what I would pay an on-line Internet store for this camera.
The side of me that’s female couldn’t resist such a nice discount. Besides I had slept most of the winter and as a result, I hadn’t spent much money during that time.
So now I have helped stimulate the economy—at least in a South Bend, Indiana camera store.
What’s even nicer is that I have an opportunity to pay back the elderly gent who started it all.
I checked with her parents and found out that my husband’s granddaughter, Rachelle, still is as passionate about photography as her Uncle Mike and I are—so Rachelle will be getting a set of lenses from me, and her Uncle Mike will be sending her the D1.
We’re all hoping this camera will open up some good career opportunities for this talented young lady—and so Mike and I will have passed on the legacy, just as the elderly gent did for me 42 years ago.
Love, Gloria
Jack the family cat by Rachelle Salavarria 
Rachelle Salavarria
Growing up in a modest household, the whole idea of a child taking pictures with a camera was out-of-the-question. My parents couldn’t afford the film and the processing for themselves, much less for a kid.
Throughout my childhood I spent hours in the library studying photos in Life Magazine and National Geographic. I also spent time analyzing the works of great photographers such as Gordon Parks, Ansel Adams, Alfred Eisenstaedt, Dorthea Lange, Edward Steichen, Edward Weston, and especially Margaret Bourke-White whose work (next to Parks) I most admired.
Access to these giants of photography was limited to the times when Dad drove to Traverse City (a city in northern Michigan—a 60-mile/100 km round trip from our home in Leland) and was willing to drop me off at the city library. I couldn’t check out books but I hauled the huge photography books down from the shelves and spent hours studying them in the library.
I may not have had a camera, much less the money to operate one, but I constantly sized up everything I saw in my life as a child as if I were taking its picture.
It wasn’t until I was in high school that I got my first camera, a Kodak Instamatic, as a birthday present. I took a couple of rolls of our senior class trip to New York City for the World’s Fair and shots of my graduating classmates but that was the limit. Film and processing still were way too expensive for me.
I took the Kodak Instamatic with me when I went to the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor and there I learned that I could cut my costs by joining a student darkroom and processing my film and photos myself.
I sent some of my photos back home and Dad hung them in the post office where he worked.
An elderly man from LaFayette, Indiana who spent his summers in my home town on Lake Michigan stopped by the post office to pick up his mail and asked the postmaster who the photographer was. Dad told him and the man asked if I’d like to have a camera and a set of lenses.
Dad called to tell me that this was a very expensive set—an SLR camera with interchangeable lenses—then the latest in photo technology so I took the first available bus home for a weekend.
The elderly man had powerful connections in the world of photography. Each year he received the newest in camera equipment—and each year he passed some of this equipment on to young people he thought had some potential. I was to be that year’s lucky recipient.
I not only used that equipment to learn how to take pictures; I made money with it to help me through college.
I didn’t do weddings.
What I did was take photos for doctoral students and research scientists who paid me for photos they could use in their doctoral papers and research articles. My work appeared in a fair number of technical magazines and in National Geographic as a result of this alliance between me and almost every scientific or engineering Ph.D. candidate in Ann Arbor.
Later, when I launched myself into my own graduate studies, the camera got bigger—the Earth Resources Satellite, then in low earth orbit and in the early 1970s, it was one of the earliest (and largest) of digital cameras. I learned a lot about digital photography (then classified as secret by the U.S. government) at the Willow Run Infrared Optics laboratory.
When I left Ann Arbor, I had to go back to working with film until digital cameras began to appear commercially several decades later.
Although I used the small, pocket digital cameras supplied by the company I worked for, I knew better was coming and that I just had to wait for it.
Finally, Nikon came out with its first digital camera for the professional photojournalist—the D1, which I bought.
When I upgraded to the Nikon D2X I gave the D1 to my eldest stepson, Mike, who is as passionate about photography as I am and had a complete set of Nikon lenses to go with the camera body I was giving him.
Last week Mike triggered my latest round of high-end camera buying.
He called me to share the news that he bought Nikon’s latest in lenses—the VR (vibration reduction) lenses. These lenses compensate for slight twitches or imperfections when a photographer hand-holds the camera instead of uses a tripod.
Although I’ve always been a fine marksman—both with a rifle and a camera—this new feature has added appeal because as I get older I’ve become less steady with the camera. Vibration stabilizing lenses also would improve my success rate when I’m doing telephoto work or when I’m shooting indoors using only existing light.
So I went out and bought a set of VR lenses and it was then that the saleswoman who had sold me my current camera asked me if I’d like to buy the latest—the Nikon D3X for $8,800.
I told her I’d wait until next spring—after I get back from New Zealand and then I’ll see how much money I still have left.
Two days later, I got a phone call from the camera store—they were willing to sell me the camera at their list price—$6,900. That’s what I would pay an on-line Internet store for this camera.
The side of me that’s female couldn’t resist such a nice discount. Besides I had slept most of the winter and as a result, I hadn’t spent much money during that time.
So now I have helped stimulate the economy—at least in a South Bend, Indiana camera store.
What’s even nicer is that I have an opportunity to pay back the elderly gent who started it all.
I checked with her parents and found out that my husband’s granddaughter, Rachelle, still is as passionate about photography as her Uncle Mike and I are—so Rachelle will be getting a set of lenses from me, and her Uncle Mike will be sending her the D1.
We’re all hoping this camera will open up some good career opportunities for this talented young lady—and so Mike and I will have passed on the legacy, just as the elderly gent did for me 42 years ago.
Love, Gloria
Lupines by Rachelle Salavarria
Jack the family cat by Rachelle Salavarria
Rachelle Salavarria
Friday, May 22, 2009
...greater things are still to be done here...
Last Friday night I received a stern talking-to from God. To say that I was not happy would be an understatement. It was mainly about my endless need to control my life. Well, God wanted to put an end to that. He literally would not allow me to sleep until I had agreed to give up the reins. If anyone has spent more than 20 minutes with me, you know that I'm quite a domineering person, so this whole relinquishing of power was really hard. So, after much weeping and gnashing of teeth, I conceded. I was then lead to pray about things and people that I didn't necessarily want to, but I did anyway because I knew that He wanted me to.
So during the course of this week, God has shown me that I've been missing all of the whisperings of the Holy Spirit. I never realized how busy I had made myself. Quieting my mind to listen to Him took much more effort than should have been necessary. But I did it, and when I heard Him speak to me I would do my best to obey. Whether it be talking to a coworker about grace & mercy, or simply praying for someone that was brought to my mind.
Not that this week has been without challenges, however. It felt like I was constantly being attacked (sometimes literally) and in those times I would have to calm myself and remember that, although the afflictions of the righteous are many, the LORD delivers them from them ALL. And sure enough, He did.
The Lord also lead me to write two new songs this week. And, quite honestly, I was so blessed by that. He and I have some of the most peaceful, intense, healing, and joyous times at the piano. I praise Him for music... Simply the fact that He uses that way to communicate His love to me, to US, is astounding! How beautiful.
I'm turning 21 in the next couple of weeks which is simply mind-blowing. I cannot believe how time is FLYING as of late! It seems like just yesterday I was turning 16... But, you know, for the first time in a LONG time, I'm not worried about my future. All I know is that I'm going to keep listening to the whispers of the Holy Spirit and go where He leads me.
So here I am, following Him without hesitation...
Loving Him and knowing that I am loved by Him...
So during the course of this week, God has shown me that I've been missing all of the whisperings of the Holy Spirit. I never realized how busy I had made myself. Quieting my mind to listen to Him took much more effort than should have been necessary. But I did it, and when I heard Him speak to me I would do my best to obey. Whether it be talking to a coworker about grace & mercy, or simply praying for someone that was brought to my mind.
Not that this week has been without challenges, however. It felt like I was constantly being attacked (sometimes literally) and in those times I would have to calm myself and remember that, although the afflictions of the righteous are many, the LORD delivers them from them ALL. And sure enough, He did.
The Lord also lead me to write two new songs this week. And, quite honestly, I was so blessed by that. He and I have some of the most peaceful, intense, healing, and joyous times at the piano. I praise Him for music... Simply the fact that He uses that way to communicate His love to me, to US, is astounding! How beautiful.
I'm turning 21 in the next couple of weeks which is simply mind-blowing. I cannot believe how time is FLYING as of late! It seems like just yesterday I was turning 16... But, you know, for the first time in a LONG time, I'm not worried about my future. All I know is that I'm going to keep listening to the whispers of the Holy Spirit and go where He leads me.
So here I am, following Him without hesitation...
Loving Him and knowing that I am loved by Him...
*sigh*
I just typed the biggest blog post on here, and in one keystroke, it was deleted.
Thanks, blogspot. Thanks.
Thanks, blogspot. Thanks.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
...My Fortress...
I can feel it coming over me,
All the weight of what this fear can bring...
I know on my own I can’t survive,
And I’m fading fast now ...
I’m closing in on what’s in store for me,
All the rest in Your security...
I’m holding on to the words You speak,
And You’re speaking clear, now...
I’m running fast to seek Your face, oh yeah...
Headfirst I dive into Your grace...
You are my fortress, You are the refuge where I hide
You are the strength when I can’t fight
You are the only one I rest my life in...
You are the only hope I find
You are my only peace of mind
You are the only one I rest my life in...
I’m taking hold of what’s in front of me,
A place where I can rest my weary feet...
There’s no other place that I can go,
So I’m waiting here now...
I’m letting go of what the world would bring,
A sanctuary that will never breathe...
I found my heart in that place before,
And I’ll never go back...
I’m running fast to seek Your face, oh yeah...
Headfirst I dive into Your grace...
You are my fortress, You are the refuge where I hide
You are the strength when I can’t fight
You are the only one I rest my life in...
You are the only hope I find
You are my only peace of mind
You are the only one I rest my life in...
And I get lost within that place,
The place where I always wish I’d stay, yeah, yeah, oh…
Oh, You are my fortress, You are the refuge
You are the only hope I find
You are the only one I rest my life in...
Oh, You are my fortress You are the refuge
You are my only peace of mind
You are the only one I rest my life in...
Oh, You are the only one
Only one I rest my life in, Lord
You are my hope, my strength, my life,
My peace, my rock, my joy, my everything, now…
Oh, You are the refuge where I hide
You are the only one I rest my life in…
Jeremy Camp - "My Fortress"
(P.S. I am doing infinitely better than I was when writing my last post...)
All the weight of what this fear can bring...
I know on my own I can’t survive,
And I’m fading fast now ...
I’m closing in on what’s in store for me,
All the rest in Your security...
I’m holding on to the words You speak,
And You’re speaking clear, now...
I’m running fast to seek Your face, oh yeah...
Headfirst I dive into Your grace...
You are my fortress, You are the refuge where I hide
You are the strength when I can’t fight
You are the only one I rest my life in...
You are the only hope I find
You are my only peace of mind
You are the only one I rest my life in...
I’m taking hold of what’s in front of me,
A place where I can rest my weary feet...
There’s no other place that I can go,
So I’m waiting here now...
I’m letting go of what the world would bring,
A sanctuary that will never breathe...
I found my heart in that place before,
And I’ll never go back...
I’m running fast to seek Your face, oh yeah...
Headfirst I dive into Your grace...
You are my fortress, You are the refuge where I hide
You are the strength when I can’t fight
You are the only one I rest my life in...
You are the only hope I find
You are my only peace of mind
You are the only one I rest my life in...
And I get lost within that place,
The place where I always wish I’d stay, yeah, yeah, oh…
Oh, You are my fortress, You are the refuge
You are the only hope I find
You are the only one I rest my life in...
Oh, You are my fortress You are the refuge
You are my only peace of mind
You are the only one I rest my life in...
Oh, You are the only one
Only one I rest my life in, Lord
You are my hope, my strength, my life,
My peace, my rock, my joy, my everything, now…
Oh, You are the refuge where I hide
You are the only one I rest my life in…
Jeremy Camp - "My Fortress"
(P.S. I am doing infinitely better than I was when writing my last post...)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
This is me...being completely honest right now:
When I’m alone
The faces they come and they go
I wonder if they think I’ve changed
I wish I could stay
But be where you are
The countries and cities so far
This is my dream and my gift
But sometimes I get
Scared
That somehow I’ll cease to belong
Anywhere
So I need you when it all starts to show
When I’m alone
When I’m alone
I sleep late it’s crazy I know
The worlds only passing me by
I guess that is why
I’m telling you now
That I haven’t figured it out
The depth of the things that I’ve missed
They leave me like this
Scared
That somehow I’ll cease to belong
Anywhere
So I need you when it all starts to show
When I’m alone
Is it true that you can find me anytime
Cause I’m feeling like I’m there, it’s about that time
Cause I’m scared
That somehow I’ll cease to belong
Anywhere
So I need you when it all starts to show
When I’m alone
The faces they come and they go
I wonder if they think I’ve changed
I wish I could stay
But be where you are
The countries and cities so far
This is my dream and my gift
But sometimes I get
Scared
That somehow I’ll cease to belong
Anywhere
So I need you when it all starts to show
When I’m alone
When I’m alone
I sleep late it’s crazy I know
The worlds only passing me by
I guess that is why
I’m telling you now
That I haven’t figured it out
The depth of the things that I’ve missed
They leave me like this
Scared
That somehow I’ll cease to belong
Anywhere
So I need you when it all starts to show
When I’m alone
Is it true that you can find me anytime
Cause I’m feeling like I’m there, it’s about that time
Cause I’m scared
That somehow I’ll cease to belong
Anywhere
So I need you when it all starts to show
When I’m alone
Brandon Heath - "When I'm Alone"
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I cannot wait to sing & play this at my wedding...
There must be a God, I believe it's true,
Cause can I see His love, when I look at you...
And He must have a plan, for this crazy life,
Because He brought you here, and placed you by my side...
And I have never been so sure of anything before
Like I am in this moment here with you...
And now, "for better or for worse"
Are so much more than only words...
And I pray every day will be the proof
That I mean what I say when I say "I do"
Yeah, I mean what I say, when I say...
"I do"...
Oh, ohh, ohhh....
You see, these hands you hold, will always hold you up
When the strength you have, just ain't strong enough...
And what tomorrow brings, only time will tell,
But I will stand by you, in sickness and in health...
Cause I have never been so sure of anything before
Like I am, in this moment here with you...
And now, "for better or for worse"
Are so much more than only words...
And I pray every day will be the proof
That I mean what I say when I say "I do"
Yeah, I mean what I say, when I say...
Take my hand...
And take this ring...
And know that I will always love you,
Through anything...
Yeah...
And as the years march on, like a beating heart...
I will live these words: "til death do us part'...
Cause I have never been so sure of anything before
Like I am in this moment here with you...
And now, "for better or for worse"
Are so much more than only words...
And now I pray that every day will be the proof
That I mean what I say, when I say "I do"
Yeah, I mean what I say, when I say...
"I do"...
Yeah, oh yeah...
"When I Say I Do" - Matthew West
Cause can I see His love, when I look at you...
And He must have a plan, for this crazy life,
Because He brought you here, and placed you by my side...
And I have never been so sure of anything before
Like I am in this moment here with you...
And now, "for better or for worse"
Are so much more than only words...
And I pray every day will be the proof
That I mean what I say when I say "I do"
Yeah, I mean what I say, when I say...
"I do"...
Oh, ohh, ohhh....
You see, these hands you hold, will always hold you up
When the strength you have, just ain't strong enough...
And what tomorrow brings, only time will tell,
But I will stand by you, in sickness and in health...
Cause I have never been so sure of anything before
Like I am, in this moment here with you...
And now, "for better or for worse"
Are so much more than only words...
And I pray every day will be the proof
That I mean what I say when I say "I do"
Yeah, I mean what I say, when I say...
Take my hand...
And take this ring...
And know that I will always love you,
Through anything...
Yeah...
And as the years march on, like a beating heart...
I will live these words: "til death do us part'...
Cause I have never been so sure of anything before
Like I am in this moment here with you...
And now, "for better or for worse"
Are so much more than only words...
And now I pray that every day will be the proof
That I mean what I say, when I say "I do"
Yeah, I mean what I say, when I say...
"I do"...
Yeah, oh yeah...
"When I Say I Do" - Matthew West
Friday, January 16, 2009
What's love got to do with it? Everything.
To the person reading this that feels lost, alone, hurt, and afraid.
Maybe you've been used... and now lie broken and deserted.
Unloved.
Even maybe you feel unworthy of love.
Well, know that...
He has a plan for you that would blow your mind.
He is right there with you and is the healer of your hurts.
Don't be afraid, for He FIGHTS for you.
He is reaching out to take your hand and wishes to put the broken pieces of your life back together again.
He has never left you, and accepts you as who you are RIGHT now. Not who you'll be in a couple of weeks, or who you'll be a year from now, but who you are at this very moment.
He sees every imperfection. Every mistake you've ever made, and ever will make.
And, while it breaks His heart when you've ignored Him and denied Him, it doesn't change the fact that He is, has been, and always WILL be head-over-heels in love with you.
Without condition.
You don't have to do A. B. or C. for Him to love you...
...Because He always has.
I pray that you would know the fullness of that redeeming Love...
We were younger then, you and me, full of dreams, weren’t we?
I went my way, you went yours, where did you go, dear?
Someone said you had left the life we lived together then
This is my way of reaching out ‘cause I remember…
This is what I want to say to you
If I had one chance to speak to your heart
You are loved
More than you could ever know
This is what I want to say to you
If I had one chance to tell you something
You are loved
More than you can imagine
Imagine
If I told you would you believe, the narrow road, I did not leave
If I told you would you understand that I’ve found truth
Are you jaded? Are you hurting now? How I wish that I could tell
Where your heart’s at…can you see? Mine has found – home
Not sure if I’ve, made it clear enough
It’s not my love I sing about
Everybody asks, “Is God good?”
I believe, He is
In fact I know, He is...
"You Are Loved" - Rebecca St. James
Maybe you've been used... and now lie broken and deserted.
Unloved.
Even maybe you feel unworthy of love.
Well, know that...
He has a plan for you that would blow your mind.
He is right there with you and is the healer of your hurts.
Don't be afraid, for He FIGHTS for you.
He is reaching out to take your hand and wishes to put the broken pieces of your life back together again.
He has never left you, and accepts you as who you are RIGHT now. Not who you'll be in a couple of weeks, or who you'll be a year from now, but who you are at this very moment.
He sees every imperfection. Every mistake you've ever made, and ever will make.
And, while it breaks His heart when you've ignored Him and denied Him, it doesn't change the fact that He is, has been, and always WILL be head-over-heels in love with you.
Without condition.
You don't have to do A. B. or C. for Him to love you...
...Because He always has.
I pray that you would know the fullness of that redeeming Love...
We were younger then, you and me, full of dreams, weren’t we?
I went my way, you went yours, where did you go, dear?
Someone said you had left the life we lived together then
This is my way of reaching out ‘cause I remember…
This is what I want to say to you
If I had one chance to speak to your heart
You are loved
More than you could ever know
This is what I want to say to you
If I had one chance to tell you something
You are loved
More than you can imagine
Imagine
If I told you would you believe, the narrow road, I did not leave
If I told you would you understand that I’ve found truth
Are you jaded? Are you hurting now? How I wish that I could tell
Where your heart’s at…can you see? Mine has found – home
Not sure if I’ve, made it clear enough
It’s not my love I sing about
Everybody asks, “Is God good?”
I believe, He is
In fact I know, He is...
"You Are Loved" - Rebecca St. James
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