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It Really is a Wonderful Life

Let’s face it. I’ve deserted Song of Ascents, my own blog.

I might feel worse about that if it were, say, a paying job, an accredited college, a loving family, an urgent and epic theatrical production, or even if it were the only outlet I had for developing my writing skills. But it’s not. And as a matter of fact, all those other things I listed are very much a part of my life, and they were not desertable.

Let’s talk about that. Let’s talk a bit about my little, wonderful life.

My job: I work at a daycare. The daycare is in my church. My boss has been a mentor to me for most of my life, and the kids are my favorite. Also, I get to be in charge, which ain’t a bad gig. It’s kind of all I want to do forever. (Kind of.) Sometimes I wonder why I’m in school.

My school: I’m in school because I’m studying to be a teacher, a certified teacher. I’m going for my BS in Linguistics, then a Master of Arts in Education. Elementary and ESL. Halfway through my junior year, I am still debt-free, thanks to some scholarships, my job, and my parents. College is half as expensive as it would be if I had to live somewhere other than home.

My home: I’m 20 years old, and I live at home with my parents, one of my big sisters, all four of my younger siblings, and two dogs. Sometimes they make puppies, and then they live here too, until they are sold to other loving families, who take much better care of them than we’ll ever take of our dogs. (Well, it’s true… Shh.) My dad works from home, doing something mysterious with computers and codes, and is an elder in our church. My mom fills up most of her time being the 3-6 grade teacher at our church school, being my closest friend, and directing plays.

Epic theatrical production: My mom and I wrote a play over the course of 6 years. Then, we performed it. Well, not just the two of us… Pretty much our whole church was involved somehow. It’s called His Story, and it’s about how God has revealed Himself throughout the course of time in various ways, and, finally, through His Son. “Epic” is actually not an exaggeration here. It was a lot of work–3 performances with, for me, 10 costume changes apiece. There was much practice, much singing, dancing, choreographing, coordinating, rewriting, directing, blocking, praying, scheduling, rewriting, eating protein bars, crying, being sore, being tired, being hilariously clever, being hilariously idiotic, rewriting, and, of course, laughing our heads off. It was one of those times… of my life. Not to mention, it actually turned out quite well. In case you’re just dying to see it, here’s our home-videoed recording of the first performance.

His Story 2012

The main reason I haven’t been writing here, though, is this: http://peacekv.org/ Go ahead, give it a click if you haven’t yet. I can wait.

That, my friends, is the official website of the PEACE Afterschool Program. I’ve never written about that here, because PEACE requires its own blog. That’s where I generally put any extra writing energies I have left after college and playwriting. To be more accurate, PEACE is where all the heart I can spare (and then some) goes. The kids there are also my favorite. The team there are some of my best friends. But I didn’t choose PEACE. The real reason I’m so tangled up in that work is that God joined me there, and I am His. PEACE is a home and a frontier to me, a battleground and a sanctuary. Doesn’t that just sound like a place where the Lord is? And then, when He doesn’t want me there anymore, it won’t be that to me. But I believe it will be to somebody for a very long time.

Anyway, since becoming a shepherdess to 30-some kids, I find it pretty much impossible to write something that has nothing to do with any of them. That’s why I never write here. Luckily for this desert island of a website, I’ve been writing songs. Also, it is Christmas break–a time for sharing, creating, and spending less time running around and more time on the Internet.

You’ll probably find ties back to the PEACE Program within these songs as well, but I still thought my personal site was the more appropriate place to share them. So here is one to get things started, called Room for You. (Just click on the orange words, non-tech-savvy, people. Then click the big orange circle with the white arrow to play it.)

That’s my life presently. Interesting, right? Small, but quite full. Much love makes it so.

Holding Love

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 We who are held

must also learn

to hold

on and on

and on.

 

I

am not strong, not

whole, I am not

complete.

But I must face the truth

that I never will be, not

until I reach.

 

We who are held

are held to a debt

to love and

to love again

An overflowing love

a holding one, holding

on and on

and on.

 

You

have heard of many kinds:

a love that gives, one that takes

some attempts at careful, fair trades.

This love is a promise:

I will

walk with you.

I will not

walk away.

 

We who are held

have seen Love’s glory, spilling

over: grace, truth

flowing down, descending

reaching, bending

breaking, laying

Himself down, so held

He refused to hold

to His own life.

From Love’s overflow

we received grace, so much

grace upon grace.

 

This love

will be

the death of

Me.

 

We who are held

are held not far

from the sight of Love’s nail scars.

By His wounds we have made our home

On His stripes we have made this vow:

to reach

as Love’s hands do

to work

as His hands move

to yield

to Love’s firm grasp

and embrace

whatever, whoever we may find

written on His hands.

 

This death

will be

the cure for

Us.

 

To be held is to hold

the beloved of our Love.

To be His, I am yours

To be free, I am bound

I am holding

my heart out.

To be held is to hold, to place

precious faith in grace, so much

grace upon grace.

 

This love is a promise

strong as Love, who holds us.

This love compels us

to walk together and not away.

Your God: my God

My home: yours

Our story: the Cross at all crossroads

To be held, holding

on and on

and on.

Psalmist: an author of psalms

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Help me out here, y’all. Nobody seems to know what a psalm is. Well, some claim to, and I’m sure they do, but… it’s rather recursive. Not to mention exclusive.

Psalmist: an author of psalms, esp. David

Psalm: a spiritual song or hymn contained in the book of Psalms

David: second king of Israel, author of psalms

Okay.

I was thinking, though, that the Psalmody Circle was a tad wider. In fact, I was beginning to think of myself as a psalmist. But I can’t find an accommodating definition in any of the dictionaries or commentaries that I’ve looked at so far. Aren’t there modern psalmists? (Oh my goodnesss! Even my spell check accepts the word “psalmist” [singular] as a word, but not “psalmists,” plural!) I’ve heard them spoken of before, and I know about Ephesians 5:19 and Colossians 3:16, but how are they Scripturally, orthodoxly, and modernly defined?

Anyone? Anyone?

Daddy?

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