Saturday, June 28, 2008

i really hope

that our new church has a worship eagle.

Monday, June 23, 2008

the waiting is the hardest part

it is almost unbelieveable that we are this close to closing on our house - it was not so long ago that it seemed like eons before that house would be ours. and now it is imminent! i am so excited i can hardly sit still. i spent a marathon weekend packing while brian worked (poor baby) and am exhausted, but still insanely excited. just think, by this time next week, we:
- will be living in our new house
- will be unpacking all these boxes
- will not be commuting 90 miles each way to work
- will be doing laundry in our new washer and dryer instead of hauling it to the laundry room
- will be cooking in our new spacious kitchen
- will not have to coordinate morning showers, because we will have more than one bathroom
- will have space to barbecue on our back patio
- i could go on and on.

Friday, June 6, 2008

running to stand still

nothing interesting is really happening in my life at the moment - just work and driving and waiting for the house - unless you count running out of gas on the freeway the other night on the way home from work. so in leiu of anything interesting, i thought i would share what has been in my head lately: the song "running to stand still" by u2, from the joshua tree album. one of my all-time favorite songs, on one of my all-time favorite albums, and it's just so hauntingly beautiful the way bono sings it, and the lyrics are so heartbreaking.

and so she woke up, woke up from where she was lying still
said i've gotta do something about where we're going
step on a steam train
step out of the driving rain maybe
run from the darkness in the night
singing ha ah la la la de day
ah la la la de day ah la la de day

sweet the sin - bitter the taste in my mouth
i see seven towers but i only see one way out
you've gotta cry without weeping
talk without speaking
scream without raising your voice
you know i took the poison from the poison stream
then i floated out of here
singing ha ah la la la de day
ah la la la de day ah la la de day

she runs through the streets with eyes painted red
under black belly of cloud in the rain
in through a doorway she brings me
white gold and pearls stolen from the sea
she is raging
she is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes
she will suffer the needle chill
she's running to stand still