skipping through marshmallow fields

Small Enough

2009-07-06T21:19:00.002-04:00

Small Enough
by Nichole Nordeman

There were times when I was crying
From the dark of Daniel’s den
And I have asked you once or twice
If you would part the sea again
But tonight I do not need a fiery pillar in the sky
I just want to know you’re gonna hold me if I start to cry

Oh Great God, Be small enough to hear me now

There have been moments
When I could not face Goliath on my own
And how could forget we’ve marched
Around our share of Jerichos
But I will not be setting out
A fleece for you tonight
I just want to know that everything will be alright

Oh Great God, Be small enough to hear me now

All praise and all the honor be
To the God of ancient mysteries
Who’s every sign and wonder
Turned the pages of our history
But tonight my heart is heavy
And I can not keep from whispering this prayer
Are you there?

And I know you could leave writing
On the wall that’s just for me
Or send wisdom while I’m sleeping
Like in Solomon’s sweet dreams
But I don’t need the strength of Samson
Or a chariot in the end
I just want to know that you still know
How many hairs are on my head

Oh Great God, Be small enough to hear me now

Enter Night, Exit Light

2009-05-19T08:11:00.003-04:00

I'm all stuffy and thick headed. I want desperately to crawl back under the covers and meet Mr. Sandman again. The sun is shining gloriously outside, though, and real life is calling. Mr. S will just have to wait....

Craving Fall

2009-05-13T16:59:00.002-04:00

Here I am in beautiful sunny Florida on a family vacation and what do I find myself dreaming about? Fall. Crispy, spicy, glorious fall. I have a serious jones for hot apple cider and pumpkin soup. I enjoy summer for about one week. As soon as vacation is over I'm ready for sweaters and thinking about Christmas songs. That's normal, right? Heh.

Rusty Anchors and Shedding Pounds

2009-05-03T02:57:00.006-04:00

Like anyone else, there are certain things I know to be true about myself and my relationships. Little anchors that keep me from drifting off too far into my marshmallow field. So, what do you do when you come to the conclusion that some of your anchors have rusted and fallen away- anchors who died a silent death while you happily watched reruns and painted your toenails and kissed your husband-completely oblivious to the ruin around you? .... I don't know the answer. Maybe I won't give it another thought after my fingers have left the keyboard. Maybe I'm better off without the extra weight. Afterall, thin is in...

Slacker Meets Inspiration...With A Dash Of Fear and Trembling

2009-04-28T14:01:00.003-04:00

So yeah. It's been two months since my last entry. I suck. I am a slacker. There is no hope for me....and I'm still obsessed with the end of the world. Swine flu anyone? Yikes. To quote Xander from Buffy: : "I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away."

Speaking of hiding... I'm finding myself quite fascinated with the works of Anais Nin. She was so brutally honest. I guess that appeals to me because I spend so much of my time trying to soften the edges in my life, in the lives of those I love. Trying to shelter my child from hurt. Making our home a haven. Nin's brand of writing is like a unexpected push into frigid water. A slap in the face. It hurts, makes you aware of everything around you with a million tiny needle pricks. Yet, you come out somehow refreshed and ....new.

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book, or you take a trip, .. and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom(when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this(or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death.”-Anais Nin

Whoa.

2009-02-26T14:11:00.001-05:00

Note to self-

Never watch The History Channel specials on armageddon, Planet X, global extinction, etc. You will fret and wring your hands. You will search online survival guides for information on how to make it through the impending destruction of mankind. You will start hoarding gallons of water and cans of tuna in your basement.

Stick to HGTV. It's not big with the crazy.

First

2009-02-26T13:39:00.000-05:00

This is my first attempt at blogging. I'm not entirely sure what I'll say. Ready, set, go.