breathing it all in

For my weekly blogging assignment I decided to write a song. I've only posted the lyrics so you won't get the whole affect of the song (I must admit that I'm pretty pleased with the guitar part), but that's okay! Just ask me sometime and I'll probably play it for you...Anyway, here it is: The rain outside—it mirrors what my eyes wish they could do. Its soft, its long, its honest, and its wet But living with this hole inside for weeks and months and years will do Enough in me, though I cannot forget Chorus: I’m yours-even though you’re far away I feel your love and prayers across the miles. I’m sure—that all this waiting will all make sense when I find home in your arms. But until then, try to do more than pretend, and mean it in and out, and mean it in and out, and mean it in and out, when I smile. Some days inside—it’s a battle to keep hope enough to be The woman that I want to be for you But when I think of you and all you are and what we’ll be I light up, put ...

A call, a role is offered to the many and the one, From Israel down to Ephraim, to each daughter and each son, To shout with joy and valor of a truth to sweep the earth Of faith in God, repentance, and a glorious second birth. This given task is noble as the message it contains Is all one needs to find our Christ and find in Him his way, Still there is one who’s aim is to confuse and bend and break, He slyly breathes combatant lies that seek to overtake. But our kind Lord, He beckons us: “Fear not, my little flock; Remember me and build each day your life upon my rock, And even though against you, earth and hell shall all combine They can’t prevail, for on my rock, dear child, you are mine.” Then once you’re fixed in hope and truth as on this rock you’re firm, You must help others likewise build in Christ and in His word. Take courage, friend--you must press on; the victory’s in reach, For all it takes to win is that you practice what you preach. So stand up and be counted, take your ...

As I see a close to this the first week of my last semester of classes as an undergraduate student @ BYU in this the dawn of the first month of the year two thousand and eleven, I am reminded by the "tasks" list on my Google calendar that I HAVE to write a blog post sometime before midnight. Why do I have to write on my blog? I HAVE to write on my blog because my professor for my Management Communications class has made weekly blogging a course assignment. We don’t have to write about anything in particular. We just have to write at least 150 words every week…so that’s what I’m doing…writing. I am writing until I reach 150 words…all the while kind of loving the fact that what I write does not matter or have any impact on how well I will do on this assignment. One hundred and fifty—I’m done! Isn’t it funny how you can absolutely love doing something, but as soon as said thing shifts from being done in leisure to being done in requirement that it naturally becomes less fu...