Hymn of the Week

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

Written by: George Matheson

This is probably my favorite hymn….Well, probably not because as soon as I typed that about 3 more of “my favorite” hymns popped in my head. Dangit! I can never have favorite stuff because I like so many things a lot! BUT, I have recited this hymn many times as a prayer, and it helped me through one devil of a 6-months once. So, I have decided to create “Hymn of the Week”. For a few reasons:
1.To get my sorry butt to blog at least once a week
2.To bless your precious little hearts
3.To remember the days when theologians wrote love poems

Home Well!

Wow, I guess that post did make me quite pitiable, though that wasn’t my intention.  Actually I am the least pitiable human, along with the rest of you who are looking for a certain city.    But you’ll be happy to know I am feeling much better now, no more green stuff.  Thanks for praying for me.  

 BTW I held baby squirrels yesterday.  Ah, little pinky-grey-fuzzy bodies. *squeal*….I think they had healing powers. Haha just kidding.

Home Sick

This is not a post about me missing my family in California.  I wish it were.  It’s about the last 3 days of my life, which I have spent in the basement coughing up green stuff.  I’ve been home sick.

I’ve progressively been losing my voice over the last few weeks but Thursday afternoon I woke up with NO voice.  No, not a raspy morning voice, NONE.  N-O-N-E.  I went to say good morning to my cat, James, who so lovingly wakes me up most days around 2 or 3 by sniffing my eye with his cold, wet nose, or chewing on my hair. For those of you who don’t know, this is cat for “Mommy, wake up and pet me!”  Though I push him away everytime I actually sorta like it. (Some of you are writhing in digust right now and some are like “aaaaw, how cute”.)

 Anyhow, as I open my mouth to say “Morning, Booga” (”Booga” is one of the many affectionate nicknames that somehow, over the last 2 years, evolved from the word “James”….don’t ask.) , the noise that proceeds from me sounds alarmingly like the Albino from the Pit of Despair .  So I go into the bathroom and start coughing and this….this thing comes out.  You know the expression “hacking up a lung”? Yeah, well,  I’ll spare you the details but let’s just say that I had to stop looking at it cause I felt like I was going to pass out.  Aw man, this is much more