Friday, January 28, 2011

Constant Repeat

Ever wonder why one wakes up in the morning with a song, a verse, story or anything swirling around in ones head on constant repeat? Me, too!

For me, it has been a different song each morning since Tuesday of this week. And the funny thing is, it isn't like I listened to these songs the night before...or even the day before.

Hmmmm, could God be trying to tell/teach me something? If you figure it out...tell me! ☺

Or could it be He is just blessing me with song?!

Tuesday: You'll Come by Hillsong
On constant repeat: ♪As surely as the sun will rise, You'll come to us, as certain as the dawn appears. You'll come let your glory fall, as you respond to us, Spirit reign flood our hearts with holy fire again...♫

Wednesday: My Help Comes From The Lord by Museum
On constant repeat: ♫Maker of heaven, giver of life You are my strength, my song in the night My refuge, my shelter now and forevermore, my help comes from the Lord...♫

Thursday: Lay'em Down by Needtobreathe
On constant repeat: ♫♪Come down to the river, Come and let yourself in...Bring all of your troubles and lay 'em down, come lay 'em down, just lay 'em down, come lay 'em down...♪♫

Friday: O Praise Him by David Crowder Band
On constant repeat: ♪Ohh praise Him! Ohh praise Him! He is Holy! He is Holy! Turn your gaze To Heaven and raise A joyous noise...♫

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

O, Perfect Day...continued. part one here.
"It is something I have to do. I have to prove to my...."
Perfect. Just perfect. Can this day get any better?

At that perfect moment, a two year old decided to plow full force into Anna's uncontrollable shaking leg with sticky, pudgy hands holding, what else, an ice cream cone. A half melted, half licked, half soggy ice cream cone. Ick!

"Oh, I am so sorry. Andrew. No!" the frazzled, multi-tasking mother said to both Anna and her child. "You don't run away from mommy like that. I am so sorry, Miss. Can I help clean you up?"

Horrified at the thought of sticky-hand's mother touching her, "No, no. I'm sure he didn't mean it. I'll be fine. Yes, fine." as Anna ran her hand through her hair again. Okay, Lord. Out with it. What did I do to get a day like this? Go to my happy place,  go to my happy place....

A hand gripped Anna's elbow and pulled her to standing and dragged her along the midway. "Let's get out of here." He said low into her ear.

Strolling on the midway, Anna had an epiphany. "Sir! I don't even know you. You could be an ax murderer or...or...worse!" With that, Anna stopped. And with that, Noah caught her as those behind her on the midway knocked her over because of her failure to signal such a rapid stop.

Noah laughed. Not the kind, quiet, polite laugh. But the loud, "I can't stop" laugh. And he didn't stop even as he pulled her off the midway and found a nice grassy area. Noah grip let go of Anna's arm and doubled over in laughter. Anna was sure she wanted to smack him...and not the kind, polite smack. The smack-you-to-the-moon smack!

Furious, Anna decided she needed to get away from this man before something terrible smacking him to the moon! Gathering as much dignity as possible when someone manages receive the worst-first-impression-of-all-time award, Anna fled as quickly and quietly as possible. He wants to laugh at me? Well, fine! Let him laugh and see how silly he feels when he finds me missing!

Anna barely stomped ten steps when her Knight appeared at her side wiping the tears rolling down his face.

"Anna. Sorry, but..." There he went again...laughing.

Glaring at him with what she hoped was a look he'd have burned into his brain forever, she yelled, "Stop laughing. You, sir, are no Knight!" Anna darted toward the midway where she prayed to get lost in the crowd.

Noah quickly caught up to her before her plan to blend into the crowd came to fruition. "Look, Anna. I am truly sorry. Please accept my sincerest apologies, Fair Maiden." he said with a smile that could stop a missile. A smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle in the most handsome way. A smile that made her stomach flip-flop then flop-flip.

Anna! Get a hold of yourself. Stop acting like a love sick puppy! Anna mentally slapped herself to the moon.

"Let's go back to that grassy spot where I made a complete, utter fool of myself. Please, Anna. You'll have to trust me when I tell you I am not an ax murderer." Noah pleaded with all the boyish charm within him.

Anna decided she lost all sense of self-respect and wisdom when it came to the man as she followed him to the grassy spot.

Lord, he better not be an ax murderer. And if he is...well, I guess I'll see You in the near future!

To be continued.....maybe....☺

Friday, January 21, 2011

O, Perfect Day

Her hands ached from the death grip. Her head felt like it was about to fall off from all the spinning. Breathe, breathe. Oh, this is not going to end well. Breathe, breathe.....make it stop, Lord, make it stop!

And just like that, it all stopped. Silence. Blessed silence. She took inventory of her body to make sure she was okay. Head still attached, check. Fingers pried loose, check. Stomach flip-flopping, check. Legs moving, check. Thank you, Lord.

Taking a deep breath, Anna attempted to extricate herself gracefully from the source of turmoil. I can do this, I can do this.

"Here. Let me help you." came a voice which had to be that of an angel. A very good angel indeed.

Anna felt his gentle touch before she could see this angels face. He carefully helped her to stand and guide her to safety.

Finding her voice, Anna felt the overwhelming need to explain the situation. "I'm so sorry to be a bother. I just have it in my head that I can ride these dumb rides at the fair. I mean really, a woman in her late 20s should be able to handle a kiddie ride like this. A gigantic strawberry that goes round and round....Oooo, maybe I should sit down."

"I have just the spot picked out for you." the gentleman said as he directed her across the midway.

"Do I sense the sound of someone trying to not laugh at a woman who nearly died in that strawberry some call a 'fun ride'?"

"Well, now that you put it that way, it does sound pretty humorous. I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing with you. There's a difference, you know."

"Yeah, the difference is I'm not laughing! And if I could actually focus my eyes, I'd so glare at you right now!" Anna cried as she finally reached the bench and plopped down.

"Mind if I have a seat beside you?" Her somewhat charming stranger-helper said.

And only then did Anna finally get a chance to see his face. A very kind and nice looking face, at that.

"I'm Noah, by the way."

Anna just stared. She couldn't believe her luck. Of all times to make a fool of herself, she had to expose her real self to a gorgeous, caring super-hero of a man. Lord, seriously, we need to talk about my knack for truly embarrassing myself. I mean really, Lord?

Humor twinkled in his eyes as he said, "And you are?"

Oh, my. He thinks I'm a complete idiot. What's next, Lord, my skin turns green and I hurl all over him? "I'm Anna. And I've completely embarrassed myself in front of a total stranger who has taken on the role of a Knight. I'm okay. Or at least I'll be okay once my stomach realizes I'm not on that dumb kiddie ride anymore! I won't take anymore of your time. You've gone above and beyond your Knightly call of duty."

With a slight laugh, Noah said, "A Knight, huh? Well, I'll have to check the handbook but I think I have to stay with the damsel in distress until she isn't in distress. They might take away my Knighthood if I fail to do that." And then...he winked.

He. Winked.

Oh the nerve of that man!!! This only gets better and better Anna sarcastically thought.

"Um, okay. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble with the other Knights." Anna broke eye contact and looked around. People strolled by without noticing the awkward cloud hanging over Anna's head. Okay, Lord, maybe You will get me out of this yet with a little dignity left over.

"Are you sure you are okay? You're still looking pale."

"Yes, yes. I'm fine and thank you for pointing out how I don't particularly look good." huffed Anna as she ran her right hand through her hair while smoothing down her shirt with her left. Ugh. I'm a mess. And why is my stomach still flip-flopping? And why is my leg uncontrollably shaking?

"Listen, I'm just concerned. A beautiful lady turning pale is not something this Knight walks aways from. I was over by the strawberry ride waiting on some friends. Let me text them and let them know I'll meet up with them later."

Seriously, who is this guy. Wait...did he call me beautiful? Oh, Lord, what is going on here. Are You up to something and didn't inform me during our talk this morning? Lord? Lord? Oh, fine. I'll go along with this...

"So, do you ride the kiddie rides and always"

Whipping her head around so she could look him in the face, "Sick. The word your looking for is sick. And yes. Yes I do."

"Then why do it?"

"It is something I have to do. I have to prove to my...."

Perfect. Just perfect. Can this day get any better?

To be continued......

Monday, January 17, 2011


The sunrise this morning reminded me of this song. Enjoy!

"The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork."
 Psalm 19:1