a fresh view

"To cleave the truth of our own lives, to lift and look beneath our own stones, is to see glimmers at least of His life, of His life struggling to come alive in our lives, His story whispering like a song through the babble and drone of ours." -Frederick Buechner 

This how it seems to me 

Life is only therapy 

Real expensive and 

No guarantees 

So I lie here on the couch 

With my heart hanging out 

Frozen solid with fear 

Like a rock in the ground 

 

But You move me 

You give me courage I didn't know I had, 

You move me 

I can't go with You and stay where I am so, 

You move me 

 

Here is how love was to me 

I could look and not see 

Going through the emotions 

Not knowing what they mean 

And it scared me so much 

That I just wouldn't budge 

I might have stayed there forever 

If not for Your touch 

 

Oh, but You move me 

Out of myself and into the fire 

You move me 

Burning with love and with hope and desire, 

How You move me 

 

You go whistling in the dark 

Making light of it, making light of it 

And I follow with my heart 

Laughing all the way 

Oh, 'cause You move me 

You get me dancing and You make me sing, 

You move me 

Now I'm taking delight in every little thing 

How You move me 

Oh, You move me

When we were going through the house in Knoxville one last time, we found this little figurine behind a curtain on a windowsill. How fitting to have this as a symbol of this next chapter....