The Biggest Loser
Current mood: Loserful

Becky and I got hooked on the Biggest Loser this year... and when I say hooked, I mean... HOOKED!

It all started last year one day when I was sick all day, and I planted myself in front of the tv and there was a Biggest Loser marathon.... freakin' heck yeah. I watched as all of these morbidly obese (literally) people, took control of their lives. Tackled problems, overcame obstacles, regained self worth, restored pride in themselves, and made their families proud as they did it.

It was very inspiring.

This season was no less inspiring. There were couples who were trying to lose weight so they could get health insurance for their family. A father with heart issues trying to prolong his life for his daughter. Brothers who wanted to lose weight for their wives and young children. It was heart breaking to see them break down as they talked about how unhappy they were with their lives, with what they had become, how they had let themselves slip into such a destructive pattern.

There was an episode where they all went to the hospital, and doctors told the contestants that they were quite literally killing themselves. They explained to them, individually, what their issues were regarding their health. How some of their blood pressures were at critical levels, how their hearts were being so brutally overworked -- it was tragic to see, and yet it inspired them all, and drove them on that much farther knowing the condition they had put themselves into.

We were out on the road and so I had to miss some episodes, and my sweet sweet wife taped them for me (yay for VHS) and brought them out when she came out to see a few of the shows. After one such visit, I found myself with an hour to kill and decided to put the show on in the front lounge. After a few minutes a few of the other guys came on the bus and saw what I was watching, and then came an onslaught of jokes and questions.

"Why in the world are you watching a show about weight loss?"

I think that was the first and most repeated question. I might have 10lbs to share, but I'm a far cry from being a contestant on the show.

I think more than reply I just turned the tv up, I might have said "It's just a good show guys... It's inspiring." After a while they wandered off of the bus, and left me to my friends the tv and the vcr.

I didn't think about it much then, but after watching the finale the other night, I started to think about it. Why did I watch a show about weight loss?

It kept me up the other night, well, I don't sleep well anyway, but that was on my mind as I lay there. Why in the world was I watching a show about weight loss? I don't really need the "trainers tips", I don't really even like watching tv all that much, so what was it that kept me tuning in every Tuesday night?

And then it dawned on me. It wasn't the weight that they were losing that kept me coming back, it was the fact that they were actively and violently pursuing dropping the very thing that was hindering them from experience and living life to the fullest.

DUH!

How could I not have seen that from the beginning? I was inspired because these people were doing physically, and to some degree emotionally, what I desperately need and want to do, and keep doing -- losing the very thing that holds them (me) back.

Sure I might not have 180 lbs to lose, but I have bitterness to set aside. And I don't have a heart problem to overcome.... but man, I have A LOT of "heart" problems to deal with. And I don't have any problem qualifying for health insurance, but I continually need to tackle the pride that creeps up in my life.

When people were voted off of the campus, the hostess always says "I'm sorry (blank), but you are NOT the biggest loser." Supposed to be a funny little play on words... ha ha... but really, how great to be the BIGGEST loser, to actively and violently pursue LOSING the things that hold you back.

I have a lot to lose, including those 10lbs. And much like with the contestants, the things I need to lose have taken years, in some cases a lifetime, to put on... and they don't come off easy. That's why it's challenging, hard and so so so rewarding.

So, it's a little late for New Years Resolutions, but to be the Biggest Loser is my resolution for 08. I want to drop the things, purposefully seek dropping them, that have held me back, things that have hindered me emotionally, and spiritually, and relationally. It's time to start shedding those before they take a critical hold in my life, it's time to start tearing those away from myself before they have such a strangle hold on me that I feel hopeless.

I want to start losing them, shedding them, being rid of them, hopefully forever.

I want to be a loser :) Don't you?

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Stormy Storm Storminess aka Storm-Boy
Current mood: Storm-a-licious

Storms just excite me.

We are working on a pretty mean storm tonight here in middle Tennessee, and even though Steve Somebody on the news is telling us to get to our "place of safety", I couldn't help but grab a drink, a cigar, and my computer and head out here to the porch.

I never claimed to be smart.

"A real whopper of a storm." is what Steve kept saying tonight when he interrupted my alone time with Steve Carell and the cast of The Office. And at that moment, if it can, my heart smiled.

And so here I am, stogie in full burn, ice cold beverage in hand, wind howling in the background, computer lighting up my face and I can't help but wonder -- why do I (we) love storms?

I think I like storms for a few reasons, ones which I will outline in painful detail, and for those of you brave enough to read to the bottom, maybe the reasons will be too telling of myself -- but that's a risk I am willing to take. What can I say, I like to live dangerously ;)

I think I like storms because they are powerful, and sometimes even when they don't look like they are. The devastation of a tornado is incredible. I'm sure we have all seen the trailer parks torn to shreds by the shear force of a tornado, it's something that is unparalleled in nature, and yet... it's only a stiff breeze. Wind for crying out loud. You can't see wind, but you can hear it and feel it. The awesome power in a storm, it's something that really entrances me. I think I'm just drawn to their power, their awesome, awesome power. And I think I feel powerful in them, because I'm there, standing beside the power, or in the middle of it. I almost feed off of it, maybe I'm some kind of super-hero? Storm-boy... Or Lightning Man... or maybe Squall Squelcher... I'm sure I could think of a better one given some time.

I think I like storms because they are loud. Coming from a home of about a bajillion people, and we were always in the process of adding more, noise makes me feel at home. Even now the frequent rush of wind that howls through our little neighborhood doesn't frighten me, it is almost settling to my spirit. I know all about noise, and I like it. I think I like noise because it's easy to hide in. You can kind of get lost in noise, you know? You can say something stupid in a crowded room, and chances are, no one will hear it. On the flip side, if you say something really witty, you can just keep repeating it until you get noticed... not that I've ever done that. Besides, nothing bad ever happens when it is loud, haven't you ever seen a scary movie? It's always when it grows quiet that you/the character who decided to wander alone with the psycho on the loose, needs to be worried. I remember a time in high school, going over to a friend's house and watching The Shining for the first time. (side note * I HATE scary movies) Afterwards I played it cool, all the while humming "Awesome God" out to my car, because it's a little known fact that nothing bad can actually happen to someone WHILE they are engaged in singing, or in this case humming, a Christian song. I arrived home, only to remember that I was home alone. Crap. I promptly raced around my house turning every light on, and turning the tv on full blast as I curled up tightly in a blanket on the couch in the front room. Again, the noise would keep me safe. Maybe this love, or even need, for noise is why I snore... hmm.... I will let a shrink take care of that question later in life...

I think I like storms because I have a house. I can sit on my covered porch, or in my living room on the chase and watch the storm, maybe even venture to open a window, or dare I take the risk of sitting out in the open, never too far from my door. I like storms because I can flirt with something dangerous, and never really be in danger. It's like walking through fire, with a flame retardant suit on. I feel like I'm getting away with something that I shouldn't be able to. I can enjoy the rain, and not get a drop on me. I can look at the lightning, and not worry about getting sizzled myself. I can listen to the thunder, and if it's too loud, I will just shut the window, or turn the tv on. I can feel the wind against my face, or just close the door if it gets to be too much.

Without my safety net, or my "place of safety" as Steve Somebody would say, I'm not sure I would be a fan of storms. In fact, I'd probably be pretty pissed off when they came, pretty distraught really.

I think I like storms, because every time one comes, and I make it through just fine, I feel pretty good about my situation, pretty good about my safety net. I feel a little stronger, a little more self assured. A little more secure.

That all has me thinking pretty heavily tonight. About storms. About places of safety.

In life, we all face storms. God knows I have faced my share, and at my ripe old age of 24, I'm sure to face a bundle more. Truth be told, there are some storms raging now, and I'm sure that's the case in your life as well. If not, wait 10 minutes, it will be the case. But why is that a bad thing?

If I love physical storms so much, love surviving them and weathering them (pun, very much intended), why do the storms of life send me doing my best Jesse Owens impression?

In my own life I look at my house as "safety", when the storm gets too rough, I can just step inside, and yet... when the storms in my life get too rough, the safety net of my family, my wife, the church, my friends... they all seem like weakness. When running to shelter only seems smart during a thunderstorm, running to the arms of someone else to lean on only seem foolish, childish, and weak.

Do you do the same thing?

I think I want to learn to love the storms in my life, the same way I love this storm tonight. I think I want to view them as a test of strength, to see what I'm made of, but when they get too tough I want to be smart enough, and humble enough, to run to a place of safety.

I think the next time (tomorrow probably) I am faced with a storm, I want to grab a drink, grab a stogie, head out to the porch and face it head on. I am tired of cowering in my safe place waiting for it all to blow over, or more often, standing in the front lawn waiting for it to blow over, or blow me over like a real prideful idiot.

Leaning on friends and family isn't a weakness, it's a strength and a gift.

And now for something completely different (Monty Python, what what!!) Some lyrics that have changed my life the past year, thank you brother-in-law.

Burn Us Up

There were three
Before the king
There were three who wouldn't bow to him
For when you heard
The music play
And you were standing you would burn.
They looked at him and said…

Burn us up! Burn us up! Burn us up!
Oh king won't you burn us in the furnace of
Your desire
We give up! We give up! We give up!
Oh king won't you burn us in the furnace of
Your desire!
Won't you throw us in the fire!

The king enraged
At what they said
Sent the three away to find their death
The palace stopped in unbelief
When the guilty raised their hands to sing
They looked to him and said…

Burn us up! Burn us up! Burn us up!
Oh king won't you burn us in the furnace of
Your desire
We give up! We give up! We give up!
Oh king won't you burn us in the furnace of
Your desire!
Won't you throw us in the fire!

You are able to deliver from the fire of affliction
It's the declaration of my Lord
You're not an image of gold
You're the God of old
You have made us
Come and save us
We are Yours
But even if You don't,

We will burn.

Burn us up! Burn us up! Burn us up!
Oh king won't you burn us in the furnace of
Your desire
We give up! We give up! We give up!
Oh king won't you burn us in the furnace of
Your desire!
Won't you throw us in the fire!


And so, as the title of my favorite movie states, Bring It On -- coincidently, not really my favorite movie, but so appropriate for this blog, regardless, I'm ready to face my storms in my own life, and this time, I'm gonna stay near the door of my "place of safety".

Thanks Steve Somebody.

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Joy in the Unknown
Current mood: Joyousness

When I started writing this blog the subject was "Fear of the Unknown", and as I sculpted what I really wanted to say, I realized that I am not really afraid of the unknown, so the title needed some revision. So it briefly changed to "Joy of the Unknown", but then getting even farther into this blog, I had one final realization... I am not Joyous of the unknown, and that's not what this blog is about at all, but rather about having joy IN the unknown. Thus the subject, and here we go.

I'm a crazy person.

Those of you who know me probably just kept reading without missing a beat, dismissing that as a given statement of truth... and those of you who only read these blogs, you probably chuckled and muttered "duh".

In a very small sense, miniscule even, I feel as Noah did. Not that you all are sinners and God is going to kill you, but spare me because I'm so righteous... God knows that's not the case even in the slightest; I feel as though I have, and my wife Becky has, been asked to do some "foolish" things. Things that make no sense at all to the rational mind, and yet... I think I'm pretty okay with it. In fact, I'm really okay with it.

To spare you an extra long blog, I will provide the Reader's Digest version:

We bought a house in Nashville in August.
Becky, my wife, started teaching in Franklin in August.
Married on October 6th (YAY), and finalized moving with me off the road for a bit.
I started another job, along with working with Beth, in January.
And now here we are in February, I'm on the road, Becky is working, and God is speaking.

Among the many things we feel like we are being led to, here are the two "crazy" ones.
1. Sell the house
2. Move back to Ohio

A couple of problems immediately come to mind.
1. Housing market SUCKS royally currently.
2. Neither of us have jobs in Ohio

Minor, minor things.... or wait...

We're crazy people.

We feel like we have been promised a few things on the back end of these directions. We have been pouring, and pouring over these things for months now, trying to make sense of them... and they just don't make sense, and yet, we feel so confirmed in what we are supposed to do.

I was reading in Genesis where God promised Abram (Abraham) a son, and for his family to number among the stars. We all, most at least, know this story. The crazy deal is this, God made a promise, but it took him 25 years to fulfill it!!!! Holy JUNK! He made a promise, called Abram away from everything he knew, his family, etc and made him a promise. In Hebrews 6, it says that when God promised this he swore by His own name, because there is nothing higher to swear by. Which means, if God were to ever break a promise, he would cease to be God, because He would have sworn by His own name and broken that covenant. Therefore, when God makes a promise, it's even more solid than Chuck Norris' abs.

We feel like God has promised us a few things, and we are just trusting that He will be true to what He has promised.

Which is AWESOME! When I first heard this word, I was afraid, and then I was excited... and then when I saw all of the unknowns (work, selling the house, buying a house, moving, etc) I got scared again. I am learning to be excited and to find joy in the promises of God, even when I can't see the fulfillment of those promises. I know Him to be true, I know His word to be true, and I have never been in want nor has He ever left me stranded. So, I am joyous today, in spite of having so many questions amidst the constant wrestling match in my heart.

I'm excited about the future, excited about the unknown, and Joyous about the fact that God's promises will be kept in my life and in yours.

Beyond that, anyone want to buy a house in Nashville or know anyone who does?

Have Joy.

Currently reading : The Screwtape Letters By C. S. Lewis Release date: 06 February, 2001

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The Human Glider
Current mood: Gliding Smoothly, but finding my wings

The problem with gliding through life is that you can deceive yourself into believing that you're flying, when you're actually just falling at a slower pace.


wings that don't flap
and eyes that don't see
a heart that doesn't beat
and lungs that don't breathe

gliding through life
gliding and sliding
slipping and sliding
and my time, i'm just biding
time that i could be flying
but i'm not...
i'm crashing, gracefully
minus the grace
i've water-colored over it
to cover it all up
but underneath i'm messy
and crashing
a little rain will make the paint run
and i will follow in suit
because my legs aren't broken
even though my back is
lucky for me
i've a good poker face
cause i'm a glider

Currently listening : Riot on an Empty Street By Kings of Convenience Release date: 27 July, 2004

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I Wanna Change the World
Current mood: World-changing

Words and Music.

Beyond prayer, I'm pretty sure these are the only two things that can really change, and have changed, the world. They are the reasons behind wars and peace, revolutions and evolutions, revolts and restoration; smiles and frowns. Words and music are often the reason behind a thoughtful, solemn afternoon on the couch in thought, and in looking like a fool singing in the car when you're stuck in traffic. Words and music can change it all.

They've changed my world.

I can remember compliments from my youth. Words of affirmation when I needed them so deeply growing up. They changed me and my world. Simple words that have molded me.

I can remember the first time I heard the Beatles and really knew what I was hearing. Bliss. "All you need is love." Even to the point of playing that song at my wedding. That music changed me.

Good music and great words can take a day and send it over the top into a euphoric experience.

I think I always want to be in the business of words and music, and to be surrounding myself with eloquent speakers and brilliant writers (most of whom, I'd just call my friends).

**what follows will be confused as a poem, and not a good one, please don't... it's simply thoughts, strung together and put on separate lines. I like to just call that kind of writing very simply, "nonsensical ravings", which are nothing more than words that happen to go together; or not**


I want to change the world
I woke up today and said to myself
Today Might be the day

I want to shape the world
I looked in the mirror and told myself
Today Could be the day

I want to mold the world
I long to tell myself
Today Should be the day

I shout
When a whisper will do
I sing
When only a dance is needed
I speak
Every chance I get, and
I write
Even without a pen

words and music
Words and Music
WORDS and MUSIC!

They make their way
into everyone of my days
and they always have something to say
they always seem to say
today IS the day
so, go change the world

Currently listening : Once By Original Soundtrack Release date: 22 May, 2007

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Imagine-If
Current mood: Imaginitive

I had a daydream tonight.
But it wasn't a night dream, please don't be confused.
It wasn't a dream that you wake up from and scramble to put the pieces back together, only to finally realize, you can't remember it.
It was a daydream.
I was sitting up, eyes open, in a daze.
A million miles away from where I was seated.

I was the hero.
Of course, it was my dream.
A knight in shining armor, in my shining armor.

I was the main character.
Duh, it was my daydream.
I always had the right line to say, the perfect line to say.

I was the heart throb.
Stop laughing, it was my dream.
All the girls stopped in their tracks, dead in their tracks.

I think we should daydream more often, not so that we can feel like the hero, or the heart throb; but just so we can remember how to dream.

Imagine if we all still dreamed.
Imagine if we all still hoped for things beyond hope.
Imagine if we all still believed for the unbelieable.
Imagine if we all still trusted like a child.
Imagine if we all still dreamed.
Imagine if we still dreamed.
Imagine if we dreamed.
Imagine if you dreamed.

I like dreaming.
And I think I'm going to start doing more of it, again.

Currently listening : Once--music From the Motion Picture Soundtrack By GLEN HANSARD

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Uvulitis
Current mood: Infected

Not familiar with the term? Oh. Well, WebMD describes it as "inflammation of the uvula". 'What's the uvula?', you ask. Well, I'm glad you asked. The uvula is the punching bag shaped wad of tissue that you can see hanging in the back of your throat when you say "AHhhhhhh".

'Why do I have a punching bag in my throat?', you ask again. Man, you are really on top of it.

Well... we (smart people like myself and you, and doctors) don't really know. Some believe it has a function in speach, and others believe it has a function in swallowing, because it acts to help seal off the nasopharynx during these functions.

Funny thing, isn't it?

Well let me tell you what I do know about this mysterious punching bag that we named a really weird name. When it swells (uvulitis) because of a bacterial infection -- it sucks.

I awoke this morning to myself choking on what I thought was mucus (sorry... it's gross, I know... but I've been battling a nasty cold). But, no no no... I was wrong.

I got up to the mirror in the bathroom... looked inside my mouth to see a wad of tissue that was the size of my thumb, lying on my tongue.

WHAT????

Yeah, it's true.

So after a good freak-out session, I realize this was my uvula, and this wasn't normal.

So I did some research, and a friend of mine called a doctor friend of his, and the probelm was solved. UVULITIS.

So I'm now all drugged up on antibiotics, still choking on an enlarged uvula... which they say should return to normal size tomorrow, but that doesn't help me much tonight, does it?

So... ladies and gentlemen, I tell you this tale to not elicit pitty (who am I kidding? ;) but to warn you, that YOU might one day wake up to an enlarged uvula, but fear not. I've been there. Get some prednisone, and some other stuff.... I'm not sure what it's called, but get it!!!

Life will go on, in spite of the constant gag reflex and the choking sensation, it will end.

On a happy note, my tongue isn't swollen and my cold is going away!!!

Much love my friends!! And stay away from BACTERIA!!

Currently watching : The Office: Seasons One and Two Release date: 12 June, 2007

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Nothingness and Stuff
Current mood: Restless

How you doin? No seriously, if you're reading this, I want to know how you are.

Really.

I'm doing really well, in Livermore, CA today, about 20 minutes from hitting the road for our 5 our trek back to Lancaster and then from there to LAX to sit and wait on our red-eye... isn't traveling fun?? Traveling days are just the best.... but alas, I'll be home in 24 hours.

This blog has no point. I promise. As I sat down to write I thought... wow... this morning, I really have nothing I want to write about -- at least nothing that I can type out in 20 minutes or less!

So, all of this to say, I hope that you are well... and I hope that you'll leave me a quick note, or even a long one, to tell me how you are doing.

AND... you should listen to Jonezetta... good music!

I'm sure a blog will materialize soon for you avid blog readers; I promise. But until then.. umm... don't play in traffic.

Currently listening : Popularity By Jonezetta Release date: 03 October, 2006

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Unfinished Business and Opera Houses
Current mood: Unfinished

I'm sitting outside tonight, underneath the stars... all of the many stars. How I love the country. We just got back from a show here in Ohio... oh how I love Ohio shows. When I get to work, and then drive home and sleep in my own bed... YAY for life's little joys!

The show was in Middletown, OH tonight... in Sorg's Opera House. Yes... Opera House, for those of you from that area of Ohio, you might be thinking the same thing I was, "What the??? An 'Opera House' in Middletown?"

It's true. It exists.

We drive down to Middletown today, and my google maps directions lead me to, what looks like, an old abandoned warehouse right off of Main Street. Turns out, it's not an old abandoned warehouse, it is in fact an old, and recently unabandoned, Opera House.

Built at the turn of the century, when there was evidently something going on in Middletown, the inside of the building was breathtaking... when I say that, keep in mind, it layed untouched for some 60 years... so moth and rust had destroyed a little, but with some imagination (which is a great record) you could see the splendor of the place.

In Middletown, none the less.

So as we walked through room to beautiful enormous room, all four floors, of this forgotten building it got my thinker thinking. Because this building was once something very special, something very happening and alive; cherished and kept up. And then it was forgotten.

And it made me think of my life. What have I forgotten about? What things that used to be so special to me that I have just set aside and have let time cover over with cob webs and dust.

The list ran on and on and on.. filled with amazing childhood past times, nintendo and legos and teenage mutant ninja turtles action figures (don't laugh, you're just jealous 'cause I had a better collection). And then, at the risk of going deep, my mind planted on something... Childlike faith. Oh yeah... what's that again?

Man... I have forgotten all about that. I mean, I talk about it, and bring it up when it's appropriate and I'm speaking christian-ese within the confines of the body of Christ... but I've forgotten all about it.

I've forgotten what it's like to just trust. To just believe. Without question, without second thoughts. Without the slightest hesitation, just going for it; head first.

What is that like? What does that look like? Because... I've forgotten. I live in a world where everything is calculated. All the risk factors are weighed, the numbers are crunched, financial planners are contacted and committees are formed to make sure that another committee can be formed to make sure that it's the best, and safest decision.

Can you imagine just going in blind faith, but not feeling like it was blind faith, but merely just FAITH.

Wow... I've forgotten that.

And then, the Opera House, some 60 years later, was rediscovered... pulled out of the wreckage, kind of, and purchased. With vigor, it seems, someone's imagination was sparked... oh yes... this place could be amazing.

So they began to clean, and to fix up, and to prepare... but then, for whatever reason, they got side tracked, or discouraged, or overwhelmed. Whatever the case, the building was left unfinished. Halfway dug out, incomplete and under construction, minus the evidence of any further plans for construction.

Sad, right? Such a glorious building, again, left before it could reach its potential.

And then, again, that got my thinker thinking.... what have I left unfinished in my life?

Wow... again the list started scrolling... Nintendo games left unbeated (tragedy), lego worlds left unbuilt, goals not yet reach and all but abandoned.

What have I started and not finished. I mean, the list from this week alone is too long to recount. Why am I so easily distracted? Why is it so easy for me to pick something up, with the best of intentions, and then forget about it in the next moment?

How many wonderful ideas, great aspirations I have walked away from, just left in the middle of the game; too many to count. There is something to be said for completion. When a task is finished, the sensation of "Ahhh... done", it's undeniably sweet, and yet I've denied myself that in my life so many times -- why?

Is it ADD? Is it that I'm too busy? Or too lazy?

I just got this horrible mental picture in my head tonight. It was me standing in the middle of my life, which looked an awful lot like a workshop. And surrounding me were half built pieces of furniture and decorations. Half of a rocking chair over there, a partial dresser on the other side, half of a picture frame at my feet. Just everywhere... projects, and projects that were yet to be completed. Just left in the middle of construction.

It frustrated me.

I've always said, it's not how you start the race, it's how you finish. But what about unfinished things?

I'm not really sure how to end this, because I've reached no resolution nor have I had a great epiphany tonight... I just want to be a finisher. I'm tired of leaving things undone in my life. I'm tired of having incompleteness define me.

I'm tired of committing to things in my life, spiritually and otherwise, and then only seeing them halfway through.

I want to be a finisher. I want to finish.

I'll never be complete, and I'll never totally finish... I'm not that naive. But I'd like to see at the end of the day that I've at least made it past step one on my lego instructional sheet for life.

So again... a much longer blog than anyone would ever want to read, but none the less... ramblings from a silly little boy tonight find their way onto the wide world web.

Goodnight and thank God for stars!!

Currently listening : Twenty Three Places By Matt Wertz Release date: 05 October, 2004

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24
Current mood: Anticipatory?

Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago

Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You

Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong

See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now

And You're raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true

I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising the dead in me

I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts.
I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.

-switchfoot

...23 was such a good year. A very intense, busy, trying year.. but a very good year. I can only imagine what 24 will be like. One year ago I was landing in Delhi, India tonight... amazing how when it seems days and weeks drag on, you can look back and realize how short a year really is.

Here I come 24.

--aaron

Currently listening : The Beautiful Letdown By Switchfoot Release date: 25 February, 2003

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