Worn

I’m not worn currently. I’m so grateful for that. I’m grateful for this season of peace and stillness and comfort. I’m grateful for this season of happy and delight and baltering.

But I’ve been worn. I’m appreciating knowing that redemption wins. In the end death will have no sting. The struggle and striving of now will cease.

Worn

“Worn”

I’m Tired I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world

And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

I know I need to lift my eyes up
But I’m too weak
Life just won’t let up
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

My prayers are wearing thin
Yeah, I’m worn
Even before the day begins
Yeah, I’m worn
I’ve lost my will to fight
I’m worn
So, heaven come and flood my eyes

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause all that’s dead inside will be reborn

Though I’m worn
Yeah I’m worn

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Travels part 2

Dinner with lovely ladies at Smoke on the Water:

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BBQ sauce flavors:

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Best way to determine the most preferred:

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Little girls who like to snuggle, but not too close:

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Except sometimes, while reading stories:

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Holding puppies named “Jacksony”:

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A trip to Trader Joe’s:

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Travels, Part 1

Arrived Mon 10:45 pm
Awoke on Tues: 6 am- ran 3.75 miles:
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Little girl at the door- her light turned green (so she can get up now):
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Presents must be opened immediately:
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Big sisters take naps. Little sisters don’t want to take naps:
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But who are mostly tired:
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Wed am: head downtown:
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Little brothers who are mostly big. And loved a lot:
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Little girls who play in splash pads:
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And get too tired to walk, but who are mostly wet:
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Waterfalls through the middle of cities:
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Lattes made by skilled baristas:
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Jazz played by musicians with life experience:
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Sometimes He calms the storm… And other times He creates a storm in His child

Scott Krippayne sings a beautiful song, written by…. About life’s storms and how for each storm He can whisper “peace, be still… But it doesn’t mean He will…” “Sometimes He holds us close and let’s the wind and… Roar”. My current storm, I is lame, I’m lame, wait, no actually my leg feels lame. I’ve got a wicked persistent shin splint that has prevented me from enjoying my running schedule…. for two weeks now.

I posted on Facebook the other day that I feel like I’m going crazy, crying spells, yelling, emotional roller coaster type things. I’m a pretty exuberant person normally, but I’m not exactly a roller coaster. I realize and acknowledge that this injury is only for a season, but wow, what a reality check on how much I depend on running for emotional regulation.

All who sail the sea of faith
Find out before too long
How quickly blue skies can grow dark
And gentle winds grow strong
Suddenly fear is like white water
Pounding on the soul
Still we sail on knowing
That our Lord is in control
Sometimes He calms the storm
With a whispered peace be still
He can settle any sea
But it doesn’t mean He will
Sometimes He holds us close
And lets the wind and waves go wild
Sometimes He calms the storm
And other times He calms His child
He has a reason for each trial
That we pass through in life
And though we’re shaken
We cannot be pulled apart from Christ
No matter how the driving rain beats down
On those who hold to faith
A heart of trust will always
Be a quiet peaceful place