Why It Matters

I don't understand where all the ugliness comes from.  Sarah Palin is just mean, as well as Ann Coulter.  But please, it's on all sides, it's just that Michael Moore hasn't made a movie in awhile.  Why is everyone so mean?  Sure, we can say we're standing up for what's right, but does calling someone fat mean that you're defending what's right or being petty?  My mom always told me not to judge and she always said that adage that your mother, I'm sure, may have told you and it made you grit your teeth..."If you don't have anything nice to say..."

You know how it goes.

And sure, it takes all kinds, but...why are we all so mean?  Maybe it was worse when everyone just thought it instead of thinking it...or maybe not.

So here's Sara Groves lyrics to "Why It Matters."  There's enough meanness in the news without us adding to it (and believe me, I know that I've added to it).  So today, I'm going to try and focus on the beauty. 

Sit with me and tell me once again
Of the story that's been told us
Of the power that will hold us
Of the beauty, of the beauty
Why it matters

Speak to me until I understand
Why our thinking and creating
Why our efforts of narrating
About the beauty, of the beauty
And why it matters

Like the statue in the park
Of this war torn town
And it's protest of the darkness
And the chaos all around
With its beauty, how it matters
How it matters

Show me the love that never fails
The compassion and attention
Midst confusion and dissention
Like small ramparts for the soul
How it matters

Like a single cup of water
How it matters

Love Is Still A Worthy Cause

Have you listed all the times you've tried
Do you call on all your alibis
When somebody asks the question why are you hiding

did you feel the pull, did you hear a call
did you take a chance and lose it all
do you fear there's no collateral left for trying

Friend I know your heart is raw
But love is still a worthy cause
Picking up and pressing on
Oh love is still a worthy cause
It's the touch that starts the thaw
Love is still a worthy cause
or the word that breaks the pause
Love

It's the beauty in the tales we tell
It's the pushing through and ending well
and finding strength to give ourselves away

in the midst of passing bravery
in the face of our own injury
It's the constant generosity of grace

Friend I know your heart is raw
But love is still a worthy cause
Picking up and pressing on
Oh love is still a worthy cause
It's the touch that starts the thaw
Love is still a worthy cause
or the word that breaks the pause
Love

I love because he loved me
when I had nothing
I love because he loved me
when I had nothing
I love because he loved me
when I had nothing
- Sara Groves

The Cold Winds

This is a song for you, to carry in your pocket
take all our love with you in all the paths you walk in
I can't say your life will always go like it should
but I can say that God is always good

and when the cold wind blows like I know it will
and when you feel alone like I know you will
and when the cold wind blows like we know it will

Don't let your love grow
Don't let your love grow
Don't let your love grow cold
"Song for My Sons" by Sara Groves

I Just Showed Up For My Own Life

I don't know if I'm there yet, but I think I've almost found my own life. :) I can't talk about it yet, but hopefully some day. Like in November. :) But for now...



(If you'd like to hear the song, please click this link. You can watch the trailer for her show Nomad or listen to the song:
http://www.ilike.com/artist/Sara+Groves/track/Just+Showed+Up+For+My+Own+Life?src=onebox)


Spending my time sleep walking
Moving my mouth but not saying a thing
Hoping the changes would take by working their way from the outside in
I was in love with an idea
Preoccupied with how a life should appear
Spending my time at the surface repairing the holes in the shiny veneer

There are so many ways to hide
There are so many ways not to feel
There are so many ways to deny what is real

And I just showed up for my own life
And I'm standing here taking it in and it sure looks bright

I'm going to live my life inspired
Look for the holy in the common place
Open the windows and feel all that's honest and real until I'm truly amazed
I'm going to feel all my emotions
I'm going to look you in the eyes
I'm going to listen and hear until it's finally clear and it changes our lives

There are so many ways to hide
There are so many ways not to feel
There are so many ways to deny what is real

And I just showed up for my own life
And I'm standing here taking it in and it sure looks bright

Oh the glory of God is man fully alive
Oh the glory of God is man fully alive

There are so many ways to hide
There are so many ways not to feel
There are so many ways to deny what is real

And I just showed up for my own life
And I'm standing here taking it in and it sure looks bright

'When The Saints' by Sara Groves

This has been a joyful week for me. I'm babysitting a beautiful little boy tonight and tomorrow I'm going to see my grandparents before they visit my parents in HK. But I'm still working on my faithfulness. I feel like I can do it today, but I need to constantly pray. And I thought I'd share this song with you because it helps me both when I'm sad and when I'm ridiculously happy.

So I just wanted to share this with you quickly before my day whirls by. :)

As a side note, I have no idea who the people are in this video. It was just the best quality one.



Lord i have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know
it's more than I can handle
but your Word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones
and I can’t let it go

and when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought

I think of paul and silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars

and when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them

Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind
it all can overwhelm me
but when I think of all who've gone before and lived a faithful life
their courage compels me

and when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought

I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
I see the shepherd Moses in the pharaohs court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord

I see the long quiet walk along the underground railroad
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul
I see the young missionary and the angry spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear
I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights
I see the sister standing by the dying man’s side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come kicking down that door

I see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load

and when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them