If I can stand, let me stand on the promise that You will pull me through, and if I can't let me fall on the grace that first brought me to You. If I sing let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs, and if I weep let it be as a man who is longing for his home~ Rich Mullins
posted by Feanor at 2:16 PM
First and foremost I love God, everything else is an afterthought. That said, being a mediocre poet and a horrendous singer, who loves to sing and longs to write truly awsome poetry is only bearable if that person is me, which it is. Life is still good.
5 Comments:
Would you explain just how you "almost died" in the bathroom? It might be an interesting story if you word it right.
I'm really not sure I want to know what happens in the bathroom. :-)
~JCP
I got trapped in one while a great hail storm blew past--really quite fun to watch.
Haha, I remember getting yelled at at Lamp-Lite during a show once so I went to the bathroom to compose myself. There was a huge thunderstorm going on so I stood on the toilet and watched the storm through the slats of the air conditioner fan (hard to explain unless you've seen it) and while I watched a giant branch fell and cracked the windshield on somebody's car!!!! Hahaha. I felt better then.
~JCP
You're pretty much stranger than a pea-green pig caught in mustard mine during a hail of pom poms.
Which is why, I guess, I can't wait to see you on Saturday and wash myself in all the weirdness of a family celebration. Huzzah!
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