Thursday, July 23, 2009

Expression.

go.




bored holes through our tongues
to sing a song about it
held our breath for too long
‘til we’re half sick about it

tell us what we did wrong
and you can blame us for it
turn a clamp on our thumbs
we’ll sew a doll about it
and tell us all about it

how ‘bout some credit now
where credit is due
for the damage that we’ve done
wrought upon ourselves and others
with a slow and vicious gun
and although pratfalls can be fun
encores can be fatal
and there i hear you say

thank god it’s fatal
not shy
not shy of fatal
thank god

wait just a second now
it’s not all that bad
are we not having fun?

you’re making mountains of handkerchiefs
where the mascara always runs

so be careful when you’re done you’re bound to get post-natal

what did i just hear you say?

thank god it’s fatal
we don’t want to hear the sound of a door
and we don’t want to read the signs that you bore

you know the kind of sign you hang on the door
saying we’ll be back what a crack
don’t you think we might have heard that before?
{heretics - andrew bird}





Such is the way of the world
You can never know
Just where to put all your faith
And how will it grow

Gonna rise up
Burning back holes in dark memories
Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold

Such is the passage of time
Too fast to fold
And suddenly swallowed by signs
Low and behold

Gonna rise up
Find my direction magnetically
Gonna rise up
Throw down my ace in the hole
{eddie vedder - rise}



Saturday, July 18, 2009

Woodstock? Yes please.


"Do your own thing, wherever you have to do it and whenever you want.
Drop out. Leave society as you have known it. Leave it utterly.
Blow the mind of every person you can reach.
Turn them on, if not to drugs, then to beauty, love, honesty, fun."
-Time Magazine, July 1967


I'm no hippie...
but I feel like if I would've been around in the 60's/70's I would've been all over this.
So much of who I am embodies a desire to be set free, to embrace something new, something fresh, something exciting. I so badly want to go to this show by Burk Uzzle, marking the 40th anniversary of Woodstock in NYC. {Sigh} I'll have to settle for living vicariously through photos yet again.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Lovely


























"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." - 1 Corinthians 13:13


The beautiful pregnancy of Amber and Tanner McCord

Saturday, July 11, 2009

YEA YEA YEA.

I have returned.
Fourth of July camping with the family was great, as per usual. Family time can never really be surpassed. Church camp was super great. I had definitely the best group of girls I could've asked for, God blessed me with 7 of the most hilarious, sweet, and hungry to learn junior high girls at camp.

Let me tell you about them...

April's the leader, inventive, super sassy and a riot. Ciara is the loudmouth, always has a story, always giggling, always making me giggle. Rachel is the sweetheart, always helpful and includes everyone. Bethany is my favorite (don't tell the others), she's such a champ, a little ragamuffin wild child, hilarious, energetic and strives for God. Aspen is the sneak, snuck us food from the kitchen, snuck out when I wasn't looking, but was also super kind and respectful. Sam is hardcore, but is very gentle-hearted, didn't really ever pay attention, but had the most well placed sarcasm I have ever heard. And Cady is the shy one, but gets really riled up and blurts out her whole life story, and hurls toothpaste at elementary campers who woke us up at 5am, awesome.

I hope I changed these girls this week as much as they changed me, we had a blast. And I got to decorate everything in sight with glitter glue, eat endless amounts of candy, have five sets of fingers styling my hair, make up stupid dances and songs, play spoons for hours, talk about boys and got to act like a 12 year old for days on end. It was perfect.

It was also really awesome to see and encourage these young women of God to grow deeper in their faith. To watch them be challenged and see them working concepts over in their 12 year old heads. I'm so proud of the ways in which they are thinking and acting. I was such a loser when I was their age, they've already lapped me.

It was great for me as well. I got to be reminded of so many of God's truths, hear some amazing speakers, praise God in the wilderness, have quiet time (because I gave up music for the week, SO hard for me, but I did it, and it was awesome), enjoy old friends that have known me since I was a wee tot, make new little tot friends myself, and generally playing around and investing in kid's lives. I had a fantastic week seeing God work. But I (sadly) did not take any pictures, so you'll have to use your imagination.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Weekending? Yes please.

Today begins Fourth of July weekend (whoot!) Angela Blake's of the world rejoice in this holiday of independence... I'll be thinking of you all weekend roommate, especially when I eat some hot dogs, your fave.

This weekend is always one McCord's look forward to. Why? Well, let me tell ya...

It is a weekend full of sweatshirts, campfires, boating, wakeboarding, nature dwelling/appreciating, pictures, games, stars, late night convos, delirious conversation, and a chance to get away and get to each other. It's glorious, glorious.

This year, as last year, I will go straight from McCord camping to counseling at a Christian youth camp for the week. I am nature woman, hear me roar...or just camp. I love church camp, I've attended every since I've been old enough until I've been too old, and now am counseling for my second year. Its such an incredible time of growth and the movement of God in the hearts of his children, and it's even greater to be a part of it and assist in its occurrence.

And I have again, the BEST age group...junior high girls. They are God's most interesting creatures, I just adore them. They are so smart and hilarious and fun to be around. Can't wait to have some serious girl time, I'm bringing glitter...yes, glitter.

So I will be communing with nature an awful lot these next 10 days and will have loads to write about upon my return.

Until then, here is some delicious eye candy...


“Le Fils De L’Homme (Son of Man).”
by Rene Magritte

(please love him...he is great)

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

July First, Two Thousand Nine

Is a great day.



Because I have someone fantastic to share it with.