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Write now.

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7/11/11, 10:02am

I’m realizing now, more than ever, that I crave solitude and silence. I’m “one of those people.”

This affirmation came from a short convo with our bass player yesterday. It also came from two little ones who are hanging out at our house all week–holding me happily captive between the words “Aunt” and “Mandy.”

And, right now as my fingers hit the keys, I’m sitting in my kitchen in my favorite spot. And I’m the only one in the whole house. And I can hear the whirrrr of the refrigerator and the buzz of the insects outside who are calling for the rain. And look out the window to check on the weather conditions that might chase my niece and nephew off the beach and back into my house.

But in this moment there’s enough external quiet to help me find some internal quiet. And the internal quiet is really really quiet today. And it’s telling me that I’m at peace with very many aspects of my life right now.

And, sometimes that’s all a girl can ask for.

The quiet is telling me that I love my husband in more ways than I can imagine. And I’m so thankful to be by his side as he starts this new campus. And, even though I don’t know what our lives or our family will look like by January, I wouldn’t want to walk this adoption road with anyone but him.

And the quiet tells me that we aren’t crazy. We’re just …. us. This is how we do things. We have time. And we have energy. And we have dreams for our church and our family and our pursuits. And why not just go for all of them at once? I honestly can’t think of a good reason not to.

Honestly.

Oh. And also, the quiet tells me that I’m ok with myself right now. I’m ok with my new routines and my new world and all that is new and all that will be new in just a short amount of time.

Your turn to write now. What’s going on?

The Killing Ground (new song) (been too long) (hey that rhymes)

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I’m noticing a pattern. These faith songs usually end up a bit dark and lamenting. This one, though dark, pulls up.

In listening to this demo (of my own voice, which is always an odd experience), I’ve gathered a few notes of things I wanna change. But what I really wanna know is what you think:

1) what does this song say?
2) what lines/concepts could be more clear? 

So, if you have a second, listen to the demo–and/or read through the lyrics. And please look past the lack of punctuation, because I don’t use it because I don’t sing commas and periods and that colon that should probably follow the third line.

life leaves no survivors
hiding every eye to
the more beyond unopened doors
no suffocating sadness
no graying day of cynics
and they will see if we will fight

bring the bread and bring the wine
bring the sword and bring the sign
for the lost that will be found
we’ll march on the killing ground
we’ll march on the killing ground

for every hallelujah
waiting to be whispered
for every soul escaping more
we will fight until forgiven
with songs of our redemption
with shouts of light into the night

raise your eyes to paradise
there’s no time to compromise
when redemption bells resound
we will take the killing ground
we will take the killing ground

and all we know is all we’ve lived
and this is all we have to give
bring it there to bring them home
this life through death is all we know

breathe new life in every soul
turn the broken into whole
tear it up and tear it down
wiping clean the killing ground
wiping clean the killing ground
wiping clean the killing ground

These hands…

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The hands move fiercely.
Fearlessly.
Never carelessly.

They are determined,
they are impassioned,
and they are mine.

They seize purpose and direction
and aim for creation.
They make what has been imagined: shaping, forming, blending, bending.

Sculpting reality by their very words.

These words tell.
Show.
Declare.
Define.

Without their words, there is no reality at all.
And the words, they make reality.
They are reality.

And with these hands and these words and all this creating,
I can’t help but wonder if His hands and words moved with as much
purpose and passion and
joy
as mine.