Tune Thursday

This song speaks to deep things inside of me. The lyrics speak of a man with a dream who stepped out on the water, despite the fact that the tide was against him.  Everyone and everything seemed to oppose him, but he decided to try and live the dream in his heart anyways, and guess what? He did it. 

Now his friends bring him up when they're drinking

At the bar with his name on the side

And they smile when they can

As they speak of a man

Who took a homemade, fan-blade, one man submarine ride.

John Mayer's songwriting hits me over and over again. And one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. X

Things I'm working on

Enjoying where I'm at abit more

Using less butter on my toast

Being more committed to a daily devotional

Doing more fun things with my daughter

Soaking up the last trimester of hopefully my last pregnancy  

Writing more blog posts

Staying awake through a movie night with the husby 

This made me cry

I might just check this Taylor Swift girlie out. She seems like a lovely lady.

x

Yay London [Repost]

A repost from a few years ago. Wishing you all the very best of everything this year!

Happy New Year all!

I really do hope we have the best year yet, advancing from strength to strength in all things good and true.

What a fireworks display!  Such a jaw-dropping first 12 minutes of 2015.  I adore fireworks.  The colours, the speed, the grandeur.  I love the creativity and the way you don't know what's coming next, but at the same  time, in a well-put-together show, there is a distinct beginning, middle and end.

This display [and the crossing over into another year] led me to a moment of reflection, where I'm reminded that in the fullness of life I would like to be almost anything other than a firework.  A firework explodes into view at break neck speed, in scene stealing style, owning the show and absolutely dominating the space.  However it's startling entrance is just as dramatic as its permanent disappearance, after which it is replaced by a more exciting, albeit, fleeting other.

In this moment I'm reminded to consider carefully the foundations on which I build life, and to build slowly, purposefully and relentlessly.  I'm reminded to look away from all that might distract, and to at times look to the lives of those in the great cloud of witnesses who lived well, who endured to the end, who finished their race and left a mark worth leaving.  I don't imagine any among these were fireworks.

Yay London! Yay Fireworks!  You are for my eyes only.

x