Dusty feet
Tramping eagerly along
Ancient roads
To the river where his
Cousin waits
When it was time to begin
He was 30
Like me.
Long days
Reaching out to hurting
Broken lives
So rarely having just one
Quiet moment
When he healed and taught them
He was 30
Like me.
Reach out your hand
Pharisees start grumbling
Name calling
Try to trap him, stop him
Brood of vipers
When he defied the system
He was 30
Like me.
Burning bright
Just a few short years till he would
Pay the price
Giving everything he had
For our life
When he started on that road
He was 30
Like me.
Eternal
God himself incarnate
Beyond me
But somehow he was like me
He knew
This many days on this old planet
He was 30
Like me.
Saturday, 16 November 2019
Thursday, 14 November 2019
Mommy Moments: Deep Thinker
3-Year-Old: *is running to go to the bathroom*
3-Year-Old: *walks straight into the bathroom door, hurts his face*
3-Year-Old: *goes to Mommy for a kiss*
*Two minutes later*
3-Year-Old: Mommy, why did the Bible story say that Jesus walked through the wall?
3-Year-Old: *walks straight into the bathroom door, hurts his face*
3-Year-Old: *goes to Mommy for a kiss*
*Two minutes later*
3-Year-Old: Mommy, why did the Bible story say that Jesus walked through the wall?
Friday, 8 November 2019
The Girl From Moab: Finished!!
I have largely been absent from this blog lately. Between moving and other life things I haven’t had as much time for my personal projects as I would have liked, but one project that I have continued to plug away at is my musical. Now I am so excited to be able to say that it is finished!
Well, finished is a loose term. I’m sure I will keep finding bits and pieces to edit further. I haven’t even started tackle any orchestrations. But the songs are all written and formatted, and the script is at a point where I am happy with it, so I am saying that it is done!
65 pages of script
133 pages of music
Over three years
I don’t even know how many hundreds of hours of work
And The Girl From Moab 2.0 is ready to go!
What’s next? Dreaming and scheming about how and when to get it on the stage!
I’m sure I’ll post about it every now and then here on my blog, but if you are interested in following along more closely as things move forward, feel free to follow The Girl From Moab on your social media platform of choice - or on all of them!
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheGirlFromMoab/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thegirlfrommoab/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/thegirlfrommoab
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0nFljyXKPjcZdJk8jttYug
Well, finished is a loose term. I’m sure I will keep finding bits and pieces to edit further. I haven’t even started tackle any orchestrations. But the songs are all written and formatted, and the script is at a point where I am happy with it, so I am saying that it is done!
65 pages of script
133 pages of music
Over three years
I don’t even know how many hundreds of hours of work
And The Girl From Moab 2.0 is ready to go!
What’s next? Dreaming and scheming about how and when to get it on the stage!
I’m sure I’ll post about it every now and then here on my blog, but if you are interested in following along more closely as things move forward, feel free to follow The Girl From Moab on your social media platform of choice - or on all of them!
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheGirlFromMoab/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thegirlfrommoab/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/thegirlfrommoab
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0nFljyXKPjcZdJk8jttYug
Thursday, 7 November 2019
Goodbye Abbotsford
Goodbye Abbotsford,
Your sprawling suburbs and dirty streets
where business is the name of the game
and the poor and homeless are the losers.
Goodbye Abbotsford,
A church on every street corner
yet violence and gangs increase
and it’s dangerous to walk at night.
Goodbye Abbotsford,
I will not miss
your fake smiles and insubstantiated promises
that “we will hang out someday”.
You liked that I was of use to you
then turned your shoulder
during the darkest days of my life.
I was invisible.
Goodbye Abbotsford,
There was a tiny patch of garden
I loved
A friend
or two
whose smiles were real.
I’ll miss them.
I pray to God
This is goodbye to those who hurt me
Goodbye
to dysfunctional ways of thinking
and living
Goodbye
to being a hollow shell
in the busy, apathetic chaos.
Goodbye Abbotsford,
I am so very ready to go.
I’m done.
It is time
For a new chapter.
But for some reason
I’m still crying.
Mommy Moments: Suspicious
Preschooler: *squatting on the floor*
Me: *walks into room*
Preschooler: I’M JUST BENDING DOWN SO I CAN SEE MY TOYS BETTER.
Me: ...
Me: *walks into room*
Preschooler: I’M JUST BENDING DOWN SO I CAN SEE MY TOYS BETTER.
Me: ...
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