2009

After realizing I had lost my senior year yearbook in the fire (so sad - never a chance again to read the goofy things people wrote):

Tom says:
When you lose special things they are gone but the things you put in their place can mean just as much when done just right.
Kelli says:
i guess
Kelli says:
maybe i could see if there were any way possible i could get a replacement, then have people sign it at my 10-year
Tom says:
Good plan
Kelli says:
"kelli, i don't remember you, but i'm sorry about your hurricane, or fire or whatever. i hope this cheers you up. I can't believe you're not married yet. your friend, Class Mate"
Tom says:
There ya go :-)

Sounds like a plan to me.

Songs on the Mind

Putting it very simply for now, I lost almost everything I have and almost everything I own in a fire on Saturday night. I was out of town, but my roommate was almost killed. All praise, thanks, and honor to God that she is okay. (Tears)

These songs have been running through my mind lately (special phrases in bold):

"Held" ~ Natalie Grant
Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.

Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair.

Chorus:
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

Bridge:
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.


"Trusting the Angels" ~ Jason Upton
I’m just a bird with a melody to sing
I’m hardly heard look at these tiny little wings
But I can see an arrow flying and I’m not afraid
I can hear the terror try to steal the night away
And I’m not afraid I’m not afraid

I am hiding here in your shadow
Riding under your wings
And I am flying trusting the angels
And living in your covering
And I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid

I’m just a bird without a penny to my name
It may sound absurd I’ve got no plans beyond today
But I can see an arrow flying and I’m not afraid
I can hear the terror try to steal the night away
But I’m not afraid, I am not afraid

I am hiding here in your shadow
And riding under your wings
And I am flying trusting the angels
And living in your covering
I am hiding here in your shadow
And riding under your wings
And I am flying trusting the angels
And living in your covering
And I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid


VERSES:

Psalm 91:14-16
"Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."

Psalm 50:14-15, 23
"Offer to God a sacrifice of thanksgiving
And pay your vows to the Most High;
Call upon Me in the day of trouble;
I shall rescue you, and you will honor Me."

(23)
"He who offers a sacrifice of thanksgiving honors Me;
And to him who orders his way aright I shall show the salvation of God."