Who and when: that's what I want to know.

Music here, music there, music, music everywhere!!!

Ok, good music that I've found (refound) lately.

Love by John Lennon
Dirty Feet by Zach Williams
Fears by Zach Williams
Because He Lives by Zach Williams (youtube)
Be Kind by Eisley (youtube)
99 Luftballons by Nena
When You Were Young by The Killers
Dirty and Left Out by The Almost
Sweet Chariot by She & Him
Little Help From My Friends from the To Write Love On Her Arms (this one is in the video to the right)

Once upon a time, my background was red, now it's blue. Go me.

The past several days have been crazy. Saturday was the graduation. That was fun times. Mom and Dad came down for that, which was a very nice thing to do. They bought me a camera :) Thanks you two, parentals, you. . . . .

Today, I got up and went to church. It was a very good sermon, one of the best I've heard Todd preach. I was so exhausted, though. I was like, ok, I'm glad that Todd was in a funny mood today, because if he hadn't of been laughing up there, I'm terrified I would have nodded off. So sad, because it really was a good talk today, so my nodding off would have had nothing to do with the subject or delivery, just with my eyelids refusing to stay apart. But I didn't doze, so all of that description was pretty much pointless, oh well, I digress.

I have been having headaches everyday, which means my neck is messed up again. Sad face.

I've been seeing God in everything, lately, more so than usual. Things just would not make sense without this all-encompassing God and that's the crux of it. This complicated, maddening, wonderful, life would not function without God knitting things and circumstances together in ways that we don't see. It just goes back to the fact that the mysteries of God are too great for the human mind, so we are only allowed a tiny glimpse of the eternity of getting to know Him that is promised to those who love Him. It will take that much time (that much being forever haha) to understand and connect with the brilliance that is God. Unabashedly awesome, isn't it?

Well, I am listening to a behind-the-scenes feature on the movie, A Good Year. It is one of my very favorite movies. You should go watch it. It involves three things I greatly enjoy; the French country side, crazy characters, and very understated British snarkiness.

Ok, it is now 1:13 a.m. and I should not be typing or listening to a dvd features, but I am going to continue doing that last thing. With that, goodnight and thanks for all the fish. . . If you know where that is from, you rock.

Evie B)

Here are some lyrics just for you!! ;)

I Wasn't Prepared For This by Eisley

Oh, when the day is blue
I'll sit here wondering about you
And how the pollen fell
All around your face in strange yellow patterns

But, I wasn't prepared for this
Oh, I wasn't prepared for this

When the morning came
The bees flew down
And wrapped themselves around me
And that's when I spoke the word
To have them trace your face for me in pollen

But, I wasn't prepared for this
Oh, I wasn't prepared for this

Come, come back to me, my, my darling
Come, come back to me, my, my darling

I wasn't prepared for this
Oh, I wasn't prepared for this

When the day is blue
I'll sit here wondering about you

waiting and waiting and waiting some more

I hate that I want this so much. . .


































But I love it, too.

Evie B)

Wow

The Phil Whickham and Charlie Hall concert was incredible. The music was perfect, the audience was really into it, and there were hands outstretched to God everywhere you turned. What a perfect night it was.

Evie B)

Hoping, just maybe, just maybe

I want this to happen so badly, but I am terrified of getting hurt again.
I want to believe that maybe this time it really is different.
I want to connect to somebody on that level.
I want somebody to call at the end of the day.
I want somebody to call me the end of the day.
I want to not make a fool out of myself.
I want to feel that fire when everything is right.
I want to let go of this petrified feeling that the rug is going to be pulled out from under my feet.

Those are all things that I want, but I only want them if it is what God has in mind for me. I want His timing most of all, no matter the waiting period. Saying that is beyond difficult, but it is what I want. At the end of the day, I have to believe that God will really do what He said He would do: take care of me. My personal cry is, "God, let it be right this time and don't let me screw it up."

Evie B)