This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Friday, July 18, 2008

Faith Lift Friday: You are My All in All



You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my all in all
Seeking You as a precious jewel
Lord, to give up I'd be a fool
You are my all in all

Taking my sin, my cross, my shame
Rising up again I bless Your name
You are my all in all
When I fall down You pick me up
When I am dry You fill my cup
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your name

You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my all in all
Seeking You as a precious jewel
Lord, to give up I'd be a fool
You are my all in all

Taking my sin, my cross, my shame
Rising up again I bless Your name
You are my all in all
When I fall down You pick me up
When I get dry You fill my cup
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your name

Sung by Nichole Nordeman
Written by Dennis Jernigan

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Week in Review

Well I just left it hanging there, didn’t I? On the road…and then nothing.

We did make it home, and I kept thinking I would get caught up and sit down and have me a nice blog session.

Well…I’m still catching up, although I’m amazed what can be done if I get up from the faithful pink blogging chair and get over myself and “just do it.”

Dishes keep materializing—what is up with that? I’m thinking we need to give up eating for a while…no, probably not a good idea. Maybe for me, but not two growing boys.

My school calendar is staring accusingly at me, pointing out the fact that I am not prepared for September. We are "doing school," but in a very informal way, easing back into a routine.

My menu calendar is next to the school calendar, showing me its blank pages needing to be filled, reminding me of my promise to have more organized and intentional meals (and grocery shopping—hopefully bringing the budget lower).

We have been inundated by hornets. Thankfully not aggressive, but still HORNETS with STINGERS!! And our landlord really doesn’t care much because, well, it’s not her backyard. I should not have been surprised.

I have a box of magazines I need to go through and decided what I cannot live without.

We’ve still got some mornings left of getting up near the Dark Hour—5:30-ish for me so we can leave the house by 8 A.M. to drive across a state line during rush hour to a dance class. At least we don’t have to stay there all day. And it’s only a few days a week. And they’re having a lot of fun.

There has been tending of my friend’s garden. My friend who is in Europe…and I am here in the Midwestern summer.

My presence has been requested for afternoons of supervising the swimming pool. My evenings have had offers of child-free conversations on the patio (sans hornets after dark) with my husband—who can turn down a man who wants to actually talk with you?? Not me! We’ve even had some early morning coffee outside when I’ve not had to be out the door.

All leaving my computer a bit sad and lonely. But I’ve noticed y’all have been a little quieter too when I have had a few moments to browse my Bloglines. Summertime is the time to do all those outdoor things, kids are busy and fun is waiting.

Fall is looming. Back to school is up at the Wally-World so summer is half over.

Maybe I’ll find a routine next week.

Doubt it, but maybe.

I Hearted Gev

If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you know that I don’t blog about television much, if ever. Mostly because I don’t watch it. Home & Garden’s House Hunter’s is about the extent of my viewing. I watched the last two or three episodes of @merican Idol because we knew someone who knew someone who knew the winner (who I hearted quite a bit—but I always watched him on YouTube).

But a while back I started watching So You Think You Can Dance. I was head over heels. If you know much about me, you know I love dance. Specifically ballet, but any form of dance gets my attention. Now I passed on Dancing with the Stars, I peeked at Your Mama Don’t Dance (cute idea) a couple of times, but So You Think You Can Dance caught my heart because in ten years or less my oldest son could be doing that. My youngest would only be a few years behind.

My sons dance. A fact that gets us some quizzical looks and some unenlightened remarks sometimes. But I am very proud of what they do. They’ve joined me in my watching and have become quite the dance critics. We all have our favorites, but one of the ones we all agreed on was Gev. Gev got sent home last night. And Roo ended up in a surprising emotional state. I had to explain to him, that this is the way of the world of performing in any way—it is always an audition. Some will get the part, win the competition, do better one night than anyone else. Some won’t.

And in a way, that is really a metaphor for life; job interviews, relationships, competitions of any sort, athletic or artistic. This has been a great show to open the boys’ eyes. A few lessons we have learned vicariously are: take your corrections with a positive attitude and a smile, never speak negatively to judges (or teachers) or in front of a camera, win and lose graciously, when you dance—throw it all out there and dance your heart out. You will never second guess yourself that way.

Gev is a street dancer/break dancer who during the show has done contemporary broadway jazz, hip hop, ballroom, and jive. His attitude has been so positive. His smile is so sweet. I’m easily old enough to be his mom, and like I said, can see my boys doing this kind of thing. I had a tear or twenty when Gev got cut.

Shows like this break my heart, but at the same time they can be a really fun thing. This seems to be a sweet group of excellent dancers who, for the most part, I would be proud to know. Bittersweet fun.

I don't know how long these links will stay up. But if you haven't seen the show, here are my favorite three dances from Wednesday night.

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by dance costumes or content, probably best to skip over. If not--enjoy!

Chelsea and Gev



Courtney and Joshua



Katee and Will