29 May 2009
I am quite sure there is not a soul alive who could deny their love of music in one form or another. I love how it is the universal language. That it never needs to be explained. How you don't have to be a scholar or well learned to enjoy its moving nature.
Music is its own living entity. It breaths great breaths in the wind, it hums between the grass in an empty field. Made by the sparrow early in the morning, or howled to the moon by the wolf.
Music is the annoying tapping by my brother on the table, the cracking of the wood as it burns.
It is the chime of a child laughing, it is the beating of my heart.
28 May 2009
Many of my favourites are of the lands in books, which not everyone has heard of before.
What could I have ever done Lord, to repay the debt I owe?
Now these tears that down my face are falling, they do stain like drops of blood.
How could I have known the pain you went through, just to save my weary soul.
Lost in darkness, I wondered alone. Hidden in my own desires.
The path of truth my feet did lose, the way of light for me grew dark.
A look around is all I wanted, until that second turned to years.
Before I knew how long I had looked away, I went missing within myself.
I thought I could walk these paths without you, though my feet began to slip.
Afraid, alone, all my doing; no one to know the last breath I took.
Who will come and be by me, as I go now to face my doom?
My head hangs low as I recall, the pitiful state I made for myself.
When life seemed to come to the closing, eternity now waiting for me,
A prayer within my heart, a longing: "if only to had offered praise."
So these tears began their flowing, from the soul that now could see;
A waisted life, lay out behind me, a path of footprints in the sand.
Through blurry eyes, I saw a hand offered. I was pulled up off the ground.
And a voice, I heard it saying: "I would never leave your side."
Dear Lord you came for this poor sinner, that wondered from your loving care.
Now to you my life I'm giving... Help me stand in truth and love.
Oh, these tears that from my eyes are flowing, they do mean the world to me.
For to think of what You went through, and my life is all I could give.
With faith and love I hope to praise you. With my every waking hour.
Help me to believe and remember, the cost of one lost weary soul.
I had wondered to and fro, across the unforgiving sands;
And to think that you came looking, for the lost sheep that I am.
Thankyou Lord above in Heaven, Thankyou Father, Holy Ghost...
For the Son that you sent for us, for the price you paid for me.
26 May 2009
25 May 2009
Why I love to keep these precious goodies stored in a box together is that I might keep those special moments safe. That they do not get lost in the bookcase of my mind. Too easy it is to forget something we know; what suddenly makes us remember?
24 May 2009
Why are some things never talked about, so that when one stumbles upon it they feel alone in finding this unspoken circumstance heavy to bear.
It is no secret that there are dark days come over us all, yet why do we feel guilty to bring up the topic. The truth is that sometimes there are days that turn out pretty shit. Why pretend otherwise?
Encouragement comes by knowing your not alone. Hearing that someone, somewhere has faced what is hindering your walk in life, that there is an end to the loneliness.
Knowing your not alone often gives the strengh you need to face each battleground. Moving forward during these times is what makes us fearless.
To be fearlessly courageous is looking at what frightens you, not allowing your legs to become paralyzed where you stand, but pushing on your journey.
For being fearless does not mean you fear nothing, but that you don't allow that fear to stop you.
March on fearless soldior, your not alone fighting this war!
23 May 2009
It seems strange to believe that Sammy is now a young man; not the little boy I would play made up games with, or try to scare with wild stories.
I've been recollecting some of the things (trouble) we have gotten up to over the years, my favourites include:
#Burning holes in the car seat,
#Getting locked in out-houses,
#Sinking a raft in the middle of a creek,
#Sending soccer balls through windows
Generally finding countless ways of getting into some kind of mischief. (That was all his idea of coarse!)
So Happy Birthday little Bro. I'm proud of you. Your a fully sick brother!
(While trying to find a photo to put up I found this one, which explains Sam to a T!)
21 May 2009
20 May 2009
They certainly made me smile. Even Dad when seeing them on the kitchen bench this morning had a look, there was a grin just at corners of his lips.
I've already promised half of them to Mam and have many ideas of where I want to use that other half. Oh the fun of rediscovering forgotten excitment of stickers!
18 May 2009
He is definitely the great thinker in the family, the dreamer, the Pavarotti, and most recently the waterer of the lawn-seed. There is no questioning where I found my love of (certain) news papers.
Peacefully he sits in the sun, reading news articles which he will passionately talk about the injustice of, or the shenanigans that they call news in this day and age.
I believe that to a certain degree, we forget (though this may be because we could never know/understand) all that our grandparents have been through, all the changes they have seen over the years as technology and society has changed.
I love hearing the stories they have to tell. Days of hardship, of hard work, days of war, though also the happiness they came across during these dark times.
Lord knows, my grandparents have many stories to tell!
13 May 2009
Work has slowed on the shop, with us knowing that we must do all we can to get the ball rolling again. The past week (and a bit) has seen lawn-seed sown along the sixty meters out the front of the shop, the beginning of new interior walls going up, and a day spent on the roof painting the bracing for the sign.
09 May 2009
Seeing as it was said to be heavy, we took captive a friend for the big lift onto the tralier.
It turned out that Mam and I were not needed in the lifting (wonderful news). So instead we enjoyed an early morning drive, which included driving through country that looked like this:
And having fun in the car.
08 May 2009
With that said, why do the manufacturers make these things so difficult to figure out? I will be the first one to tell you that I am by no means good at figuring any type of technology out. Even after spending a couple of hours going through the manual -trying to change the setting to suit me- I have not been able to answer a number of questions in my own mind.
Has anyone else ever thought of sending a bill to the designers/programmers who make these devices that take us hours (if not days) to figure out, when the purpose of these gadgets was to make our lives easier. Truly do they make anything easy now? I mean give me a pen and paper, I can keep a diary. Do we really need to talk to someone all the time? (probably not what I should be saying when I am telling you of my own new phone.)
06 May 2009
For some reason that brings to mind a book my mother had when we were only children. Don Aslett's, "Do I dust or vacume first?"
Though getting over-come by household chores is no laughing matter, I do find it slightly humorous that at the age of ten I thought it necessary to read through this book as intently as a Bible study.