This is an amazing and informing video about babies, and, since it's sanctity-of-life week I thought I'd post it here.
Enjoy.
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=488452018044
Tuesday
Monday
All I want is you
This is a beautiful song. I absolutely love it right now. And I'm sure that has something to do with me being kind of overtired. But it is beautiful. I can't find it on youtube, but when Tristan Prettyman sings it, it is really nice.
All I want is you.
If I were a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I were a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
As long as you were with me, let the cold wind blow
If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug
If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.
All I want is you.
If I were a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I were a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
As long as you were with me, let the cold wind blow
If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug
If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.
Thursday
Old love
Last night I went to sing at the Good Samaritan nursing home. It's been a good while since I've been there, what with Christmas break and being super duper busy the week before school ended- about six weeks, I guess. We sang a number of hymns and psalms, lasting about an hour, and then just visited with the people.
I met two really sweet women- Audrey and Velma- (I'm writing their names down in hopes that I'll remember them next week) who, quite concernedly told me about their friend almost falling out of her wheel chair when she tried to get up. And then they told me about the churches they went to before coming to Good Sam. Velma said she'd been going to the same church for a long time, then proceeded to tell me that she and her husband were married there 66 years ago! I was impressed. They were such lovely ladies.
I also met an old woman who reminded me SO much of my grandma that I just wanted to sit on the chair next to her and visit. And she couldn't remember what a lot of words meant, which made our conversation an adventure. She held my hand throughout the whole conversation and even kissed it before I left, telling me that she was 'going you out' into the world 'like that, to do'. It felt as I imagine the apostles felt when Jesus sent them out into the world. It was good. And so sweet.
And even though I hadn't realized it before, I had missed those sweet, attentive faces. Those feeble hands around my own hand, those smiling faces as they heard us singing about Jesus, and a crown of thorns and the way some of them sing along, eyes bright, to the songs they've known for so long. And I love those people.
I met two really sweet women- Audrey and Velma- (I'm writing their names down in hopes that I'll remember them next week) who, quite concernedly told me about their friend almost falling out of her wheel chair when she tried to get up. And then they told me about the churches they went to before coming to Good Sam. Velma said she'd been going to the same church for a long time, then proceeded to tell me that she and her husband were married there 66 years ago! I was impressed. They were such lovely ladies.
I also met an old woman who reminded me SO much of my grandma that I just wanted to sit on the chair next to her and visit. And she couldn't remember what a lot of words meant, which made our conversation an adventure. She held my hand throughout the whole conversation and even kissed it before I left, telling me that she was 'going you out' into the world 'like that, to do'. It felt as I imagine the apostles felt when Jesus sent them out into the world. It was good. And so sweet.
And even though I hadn't realized it before, I had missed those sweet, attentive faces. Those feeble hands around my own hand, those smiling faces as they heard us singing about Jesus, and a crown of thorns and the way some of them sing along, eyes bright, to the songs they've known for so long. And I love those people.
Tuesday
the moments that take your breath away
Tonight as I was driving home I heard this song by George Strait. Good song by the king of country music.
(And lyrics, for anyone interested.)
"The Breath You Take"
He looks up from second base, dad's up in the stands
He saw the hit, the run, the slide, there ain't no bigger fan
In the parking lot after the game
He said, "Dad, I thought you had a plane to catch?"
He smiled and said, "Yeah, son, I did"
But life's not the breath you take, the breathing in and out
That gets you through the day, ain't what it's all about
You just might miss the point trying to win the race
Life's not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away
Fast forward fifteen years and a thousand miles away
Boy's built a life, he's got a wife and a baby due today
He hears a voice saying, "I made it son"
Says, "I told you dad, you didn't have to come"
He smiles and says, "Yeah, I know you did"
But life's not the breath you take, the breathing in and out
That gets you through the day, ain't what it's all about
You just might miss the point trying to win the race
Life's not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away
Just like it took my breath when she was born
Just like it took my breath away when dad took his last that morn
Life's not the breath you take, the breathing in and out
That gets you through the day, ain't what it's all about
Just might miss the point if you don't slow down the pace
Life's not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away
(And lyrics, for anyone interested.)
"The Breath You Take"
He looks up from second base, dad's up in the stands
He saw the hit, the run, the slide, there ain't no bigger fan
In the parking lot after the game
He said, "Dad, I thought you had a plane to catch?"
He smiled and said, "Yeah, son, I did"
But life's not the breath you take, the breathing in and out
That gets you through the day, ain't what it's all about
You just might miss the point trying to win the race
Life's not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away
Fast forward fifteen years and a thousand miles away
Boy's built a life, he's got a wife and a baby due today
He hears a voice saying, "I made it son"
Says, "I told you dad, you didn't have to come"
He smiles and says, "Yeah, I know you did"
But life's not the breath you take, the breathing in and out
That gets you through the day, ain't what it's all about
You just might miss the point trying to win the race
Life's not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away
Just like it took my breath when she was born
Just like it took my breath away when dad took his last that morn
Life's not the breath you take, the breathing in and out
That gets you through the day, ain't what it's all about
Just might miss the point if you don't slow down the pace
Life's not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away
Saturday
on blog name
I really like Josh Groban. When I decided to start a blog, I decided to listen to his music for a while, and that is how I came up with the title- In Front of Your Eyes. I've kinda always been the sort of person who notices the random, unnoticablestuff, which is why I like this line from his February Song. And, as a side-note, noticing things is good. (Although, sometimes it's just annoying. For example: You notice that the light-switch covers on someone's living-room wall are not level, or you notice that your friend is wearing mismatched socks when they probably comforted themselves with the quote 'no one will be looking at your feet'.)
Anyways, so that's why I chose this blog title, and here is a link to Josh Groban's February Song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQtgJnMBTCM
Anyways, so that's why I chose this blog title, and here is a link to Josh Groban's February Song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQtgJnMBTCM
The Brothers Karamazov
I've been reading the Bros K this break. It took me a good long while to get into it, but now that I am, I just want to read, and do pretty much nothing else. It's strange, though. It really quite catchy, actually, and I always want to read it, but it is not one of those books that calls me back when I'm doing something else. It's just interesting while I'm reading it. Which is probably why I'm still less that 400 pages into it. I had hoped to finish it before I went back to school, but it looks like I'm going to be reading it on Sundays and study-breaks for a while still.
One thing that I especially like about this book is the way Elder Zosima loves the world and people. In one place he tells his friends and fellow monks:
Love to throw yourself down on the earth and kiss it. Kiss the earth and love it, tirelessly, insatiably, love all men, love all things, seek this rapture and ecstasy. Water the earth with the tears of your joy, and love those tears. Do not be ashamed of this ecstasy, treasure it, for it is a gift from God, a great gift, and it is not given to many, but to those who are chosen.
Isn't that a great passage? I absolutely love it. And there are so many good spots in the book that I'm pretty sure I'm going to be posting random notes from it for a while. But for now- I need to go feed my dog and enjoy the warmth that has changed our winter into spring's likeness. The sun's shining and the world outside my room is absolutely lovable. But I won't be throwing myself down to kiss the mud and the ice that is still covering the ground.
One thing that I especially like about this book is the way Elder Zosima loves the world and people. In one place he tells his friends and fellow monks:
Love to throw yourself down on the earth and kiss it. Kiss the earth and love it, tirelessly, insatiably, love all men, love all things, seek this rapture and ecstasy. Water the earth with the tears of your joy, and love those tears. Do not be ashamed of this ecstasy, treasure it, for it is a gift from God, a great gift, and it is not given to many, but to those who are chosen.
Isn't that a great passage? I absolutely love it. And there are so many good spots in the book that I'm pretty sure I'm going to be posting random notes from it for a while. But for now- I need to go feed my dog and enjoy the warmth that has changed our winter into spring's likeness. The sun's shining and the world outside my room is absolutely lovable. But I won't be throwing myself down to kiss the mud and the ice that is still covering the ground.
Friday
Hello, world
Hello.
This is a blog.
Of course.
And I am new to it, too, so please put up with anything stupid I do on here.
And also- Welcome. I hope you don't find it too horribly boring.
This is a blog.
Of course.
And I am new to it, too, so please put up with anything stupid I do on here.
And also- Welcome. I hope you don't find it too horribly boring.
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