For Billy, who was a good little boy.

This happens every time the sun goes down
I can feel your burden, I can't breathe
My restless spirit brings me to my knees,
How can I intercede?

He says His yoke is easy and His burden is light,
But your eyes are tired, your eyes are dim,
It breaks my heart to see you deceived,
What will it take for you to believe?
Oh, how can I intercede?

But the tears I cry, they won't make you believe,
that the blood He shed is all that you need.

Oh Lord, let me intercede

Where I'm From

I come from sunshine on Christmas, mule skinner poker rides and free methodist campouts.
I come from a long boring stretch of highway, and a small hometown surrounded by one horse towns. I come from air that makes you wish you could inhale exclusivley.
I come from Awanas - the green team to be exact.
I come from Pasqualie's pizza and salt water sandals.
I come from brick and flannel.
I come from county fair elephant ears and the fondue of one very fine German restaurant.
I come from the warmth and sounds of California beaches and the smells and storms on the Oregon coast.
I come from the odor and eternal hauntings of numerous home perms, which jockey the smells of a skunk, of which I am also from.
I come from old rusty orange trucks and golden retriever pups.
I come from summer camps and Crystal Gayle songs.
I come from the Irish and also from those less lucky and proud.
I come from poison oak and the magical world of Disney.
I come from the taste of Lemon Custard and Praline Pecan.

I come from good times-great times and a place where God's grace covers everything else in between.

The Fruition of my Genetic Shopping Buddy

So, of course when I found out I was having a girl, a million joyous thoughts ran thru my head. One of which was how much fun it would be to shop together one day. I mean she's shopped with me since the begining but that was more of me shopping and her exisiting parralel to me discontent to be doing so and making my enjoyment of the experience as minimal as possible. We were by no means, "shopping together." But, one day I hoped it would happen.
I just didn't know that day would come so soon or so abruptly. Today we popped into Old Navy and as I sped shopped (a practice I've been forced to acquire since the day Charley discovered her lungs, hands, shoes come off and can be thrown and her ability to make me cave to peer pressure due to my fear of looking like a bad mom, which she soley has control of doing) glancing down aisle, after messy clearance asile I was forced to make a split decision on weather it was worth venturing down or not. I came across a table of cheap, cheap graphic tees all in a big pile of numerous colors and sizes. Normally I would have defaulted to the standard rule of thumb which stated that no t-shirt is cheap enough to stand and sort through, wasting precious shopping time only to most likely decide none of them were cute after you obsessivly located your size anyway and even if you did stubbornly purchase the shirt just to validate your time, you would never wear it and it would end up wadded in a drawer, taking up space until the cut, style or length is so out of date, it isn't even worth keeping to work out in for those precious few days you have time and are actually motivated to work out. I mean after all that, don't you at least want to look cute doing it?
What was I saying? Oh yes, the table of tees. As fate would have it there was a sassy print that stood out to me. So I grabbed it without actually stopping the cart and threw it on over my current shirt. I liked it, but the real clencher was the little voice coming from the cart that said, "Oh, cute shirt!" Except it sounded more like "Oh, tute sh*t!" And I thought, oh yes that was cute sh*t indeed and I bought the shirt.