Lift Up Your Head and Sing

Today on the drive home from school I discovered the radio station KLove. I must say listening to that station made me so happy. I didn't know every song, but the ones I did know I sang my heart out to. My heart out to God. It was like my own little praise and worship service right there in my car, and I didn't have to worry about hitting any or all of the notes. It was just me singing to God. It was lovely.

"Make a joyful noise unto the Lord , all the Earth worship the Lord with gladness; come into his presence with singing."

Then I looked up into the sky and the sun was poking down through the clouds in such a way that is often associated with God. It's the streaks on light that come from behind the clouds and seem to reach all the way to the ground. It was perfect and beautiful. I wanted to get a picture of it, but by the time I got home the clouds had moved, and it was gone.

"Lift your voice to Heaven, lift up your head and sing to the one who gave his love. This is our offering." Open Skies by David Crowder.


One a side note I heard the sound of our smoke detectors screaming for the first time. It wasn't like I thought they would sound like... different somehow, and I can't even remember what it sounded like anymore. I heard them screaming in protest to the smoke, and I knew my Dad must be attempting dinner... I was right. :)

Andrew

It's like magic. I post a blog about missing this boy, and today I walk into class and there he sits in this purple outfit and purple shoes...my favorite color. And his name is Andrew. It felt like home to see his smile again, and like always when he laughed or smiled I did too. Everyone laughs when he does. He's great.


I have often wondered about the people on the road when I drive. Who are they? What's their story? Where are they going? Why is this woman driving down the road and sobbing? "How can she even see to drive?" Poor woman. I hope whatever was wrong turns out ok... I should pray for her.

And now for the segment "random song lyrics of the day that I hear on my 45 minute drive to school!"

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you."

I miss you boy.

I'm finding that I really miss the boy who sat two seats over from me in math. I don't even know his name, I never spoke to him, but I miss him... a lot. I don't even know if he dropped the class, or was deployed. I did hear him talking to our professor about being in the military and deployment soon. :( If that's the case I hope he's ok.


Things I miss about this boy...

1. His sweet baby smile. He smiles, and suddenly you are too. It's like looking at an adorable little baby smiling at you.

2. The way he speaks. I love the way he pronounces words, with his "black accent"... I especially miss him saying the words "negative two." "A negative times a negative is always a positive."

3. I also miss all his phrases. "Ah, my bad." "You would get two... negative two my bad." "Wait how did you get that?" *Professor gets about halfway through the explaination* "Ah, I see! My bad." I laugh.

4. I miss the way he would just shout out answers, usually incorrect, and our professor would make this strange noise that sounds like car tires screeching to a stop. The boy would smile, and throw us one of his usual phrases. :)

5. I miss just looking towards that part of the room and seeing him, he was so nice. Now I look in that direction and see this snobbish girl, and the two boys who constantly talk about sex and make fun of people in our class. He was the only good person over there.

6. I miss getting that baby smile from him if he ever caught me staring. It was actually pretty cute, and he fascinated me.

7. I miss that I may never find out his name... why didn't I ever ask?

8. I miss him... everything.

"So far away I wish you were here. Before it's too late this could all disappear."
From "Keep Holding On" by Avril Lavine.

"I have adopted him for a friend. You can do that to people you never even speak to at all. You can just watch them, and think about them, and be sorry for them, until they almost seem like relations..." -Ermengarde from A Little Princess