Cuatro
In 4 Days…
This blog will be busy with commotion.
It will look as it once did.
Busy with life.
But tonight.
I sit still and wait.
Waiting sucks.
Los
In 4 Days…
This blog will be busy with commotion.
It will look as it once did.
Busy with life.
But tonight.
I sit still and wait.
Waiting sucks.
Los
RAIN IT DOWN
Love You Los
Snap
i feel like I’m in a time warp looking at this…
i’m getting sleepy….very sleepy…
those lines….they are hypnotizing me…
when you snap your fingers, i will be a chicken…
Heard from Ethos http://randyelrod.typepad.com/ethos/2007/08/mt-whitney-summ.html that in 2 weeks time, you’ll be climbing Mt.Whitney. At 14 thousand feet, you are going to regret it man! Let me tell you that.
…. but after that of course you’ll feel great,(or maybe.. feel like Everest)
Yeah, great to see people fast from a comfortable life and get their butt moving…
Carlos,
I haven’t been by in a few days and just got caught up reading your past couple of posts.
It reminded me of something my mother once told me that I will never forget…
“There is only one thing worse than waiting on God and that is wishing you had.”
Hang in there my friend–sending up prayers on your behalf.
Tracey
praying for ya!
Laters,
AT
Carlos,
I am one of your lurkers from Springfield, MO. I wanted to share this with you.
The Silence of God
from “Love & Thunder”
Words and music by Andrew Peterson
It’s enough to drive a man crazy; it’ll break a man’s faith
It’s enough to make him wonder if he’s ever been sane
When he’s bleating for comfort from Thy staff and Thy rod
And the heaven’s only answer is the silence of God
It’ll shake a man’s timbers when he loses his heart
When he has to remember what broke him apart
This yoke may be easy, but this burden is not
When the crying fields are frozen by the silence of God
And if a man has got to listen to the voices of the mob
Who are reeling in the throes of all the happiness they’ve got
When they tell you all their troubles have been nailed up to that cross
Then what about the times when even followers get lost?
‘Cause we all get lost sometimes…
There’s a statue of Jesus on a monastery knoll
In the hills of Kentucky, all quiet and cold
And He’s kneeling in the garden, as silent as a Stone
All His friends are sleeping and He’s weeping all alone
And the man of all sorrows, he never forgot
What sorrow is carried by the hearts that he bought
So when the questions dissolve into the silence of God
The aching may remain, but the breaking does not
The aching may remain, but the breaking does not
In the holy, lonesome echo of the silence of God