Monday, May 16, 2011

My Name is Life



My Name is Life
Adam Bogle
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V1
Does the tree in an empty forest
Fall to the ground silently?

Are the tears you cry 
And the pain inside
Not really there cause no one sees?

VII
Can the emptiness be filled with something
When there's nothing else in sight?

Will there ever be a new day dawning
When all you ever live is night?

CI
There's got to be
Just reach for me
My name is Life

VIII
Is there an ending to the story
When you cant even read the words?

Is there a song you could be singing 
When the music can't be heard?

VIV
Is there a way across the tracks
Behind this never-ending train?

Or the promise of a rainbow
When all it ever does is rain?

CII
Oh yes it's true
I reach for you 
My name is Life

B
My name is Light 
When there's darkness all around you
My name is Peace
When all you're living is a war
My name is Strength 
When the road is long and you can't go on...

...And when all your living is done 


My name is Life

Friday, May 13, 2011

"Spoiled Rotten" or "Too Good To Be True"


 "Even though you're evil, you know how to give good gifts to your children. So how much more will your Father in heaven give good things to those who ask him?" ~Matt 7.11 GWT

I just picked Westyn up from school - he's in the 7th grade.  This is something that I try to do every chance I get, which is not very often.  One thing I noticed while I watched the middle-schoolers getting into their parent's cars was the common look of disdain at having to interact with them.  The body-language which said, "you're lucky I don't dis-own you as my mom/dad."  Typical adolescent behavior I suppose -  but I can't help but wonder, is it bred or learned?  When Westyn got into the car with the same attitude, I had to ask myself: "are we (parents) to blame?"

Nothing bothers me more than to think my kids are going without something they need.  The idea of them going to bed hungry is banned from my options for bed-time as Traci can attest.  They've milked it more than once just to stay up a few minutes longer than usual.  I work lots of hours to see that their needs are met and that most of what they want is only a "badgering Dad" away. 

Who could blame them for learning how to manipulate the old man into getting what they surely must deserve? Sheesh, I must be an easy mark....

Wait, hold on a minute.  

Now that I think about it, how many of us behave the same way toward God most of the time?  We short-change Him in time and ability and He keeps loving and providing for us without reservation. 

Only difference?

He's Not At Fault.

I'm thinking maybe it's time we got out of middle-school.

It's time to grow up.

Thank you God for Loving Us, I know I dont deserve it...