day fourteen
You Are
a mystery. This week as I pray, images come and go. A terminal in O'Hare. A view from a hotel window of snowcovered streets lit by black streetlamps, trees silhouetted in the soft sky. I'm happy, I'm cold, I'm fearful, I'm joyful.
I see my sister-in-law in her kitchen, making dinner. I'm tired. She's tired. I go to pick up the phone, but pray instead.
Then I'm driving, really, down a farm road in Hays County. I'm wistful. I'm sad. Stephanie's brother died today. I feel as though I'm in her car, thinking she's going. I'm praying for peace. It's messy and I feel hope spiralling down and I grab hold of the only One who can. Who Is.
I'm in the car again, and begin to pray but stop myself. I just want to be with you God. There is a hawk flying overhead, seemingly keeping pace with my car, going higher, taking shortcuts to his destination.
I like it God when I can just listen to You sing to me.
Take out of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so-called problems
Better put them in quotations
Say what you need to say...
Walkin like a one man army
Fightin with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you’d be better off instead
If you could only
Say what you need to say...
Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You better know that in the end its better to say too much
Than to never to say what you need to say again
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
Why? Say what you need to say...
Say, John Mayer
a mystery. This week as I pray, images come and go. A terminal in O'Hare. A view from a hotel window of snowcovered streets lit by black streetlamps, trees silhouetted in the soft sky. I'm happy, I'm cold, I'm fearful, I'm joyful.
I see my sister-in-law in her kitchen, making dinner. I'm tired. She's tired. I go to pick up the phone, but pray instead.
Then I'm driving, really, down a farm road in Hays County. I'm wistful. I'm sad. Stephanie's brother died today. I feel as though I'm in her car, thinking she's going. I'm praying for peace. It's messy and I feel hope spiralling down and I grab hold of the only One who can. Who Is.
I'm in the car again, and begin to pray but stop myself. I just want to be with you God. There is a hawk flying overhead, seemingly keeping pace with my car, going higher, taking shortcuts to his destination.
I like it God when I can just listen to You sing to me.
Take out of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so-called problems
Better put them in quotations
Say what you need to say...
Walkin like a one man army
Fightin with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you’d be better off instead
If you could only
Say what you need to say...
Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You better know that in the end its better to say too much
Than to never to say what you need to say again
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
Why? Say what you need to say...
Say, John Mayer