Cement Girl

Tonight I drove over the bridge to the other side of town and smiled to myself. The trees on the hills were so beautiful: colors inspired by a sunset, or a palette that inspires a sunset, or something like that.

And when I thought about it later I couldn't help but think how beautiful it is that God allows change. That He is there for the weary, for those that fall to the ground; that He gives us time recuperate, and eventually bloom again.

How beautiful is the gospel of Christ?

It is so beautiful, but often I think it's too beautiful for us to even understand.

everything inside me just wants to wretch.

it's just the pits when the hurt that happens in your life is the result of your decisions. And that those decisions had to be made- that there was no avoiding them.

on another note: I should stop being scary. Craig told me last night that the first time he met me he was really scared of me.

great. just great.

serious props to any hardcore band who:

a) incorporates handclaps into their songs
b) can change the tempo, feel, and rhythm of a song tightly, without making it sound like worlds are colliding
c) has a keytar player
d) can make me really like their music upon first listen (live).

hello Showbread.

I always thought I'd be cool and not wear earplugs to shows. But this girl is getting old, and her hearing is already beginning to dimish.

So it's Hello Showbread, and Hello earplugs from now on.

he's moving oooooon.

and i fear that i will never.

I always thought I was the resilient one between the both of us. The roles have reversed.

loved it

and i like having a little secret to share with myself.