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Saturday, June 27, 2009

Listen and Live

The love of her life is drifting away
They're losing the fight for another day
The life that she's known is falling apart
A fatherless home, a child's broken heart

Just love her like Jesus, carry her to Him
His yoke is easy, His burden is light
You don't need the answers to all of life's questions
Just know that He loves her and stay by her side
Love her like Jesus
Love her like Jesus

The gifts lie in wait, in a room painted blue
Little blessing from Heaven would be there soon
Hope fades in the night, blue skies turn to grey
As the little one slips away

You're holding their hand, you're straining for words
You're trying to make sense of it all
They're desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view
They're looking to you

Just love them like Jesus, carry them to Him
His yoke is easy, His burden is light
You don't need the answers to all of life's questions
Just know that He loves them and stay by their side
Love them like Jesus

Lord of all creation holds our lives in His hands
The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands
The Rock of our salvation holds our lives in His hands
He cares for them just as He cares for you

So love them like Jesus, love them like Jesus
You don't need the answers to all of life's questions
Just know that He loves them and stay by their side
Love them like Jesus
Love them like Jesus

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Kokoro No Kotae MV

Once and for all, for those people who are continuously asking me for "the link to that music video with you in it!"

The reason I hadn't posted it until now is because it wasn't really anything that I had anything to do with besides just...standing around in it. Yosh (the genius) had the idea for it and coordinated every minute of the 6 (or so) hours that we spent on it. I had lots of fun just looking goofy in front of the camera.
And I figure, since it's a witnessing song, here are the words and chords for ya'll.
And, just for fun, here is the audio file.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Have A Nice Day

I'm always idealistically (foolishly) attempting these projects that involve me doing some kind of search on the internet for clever quotes. I happened to discover today that wikiquote has a massive database of all the quotes that have ever been submitted as "Anonymous." Here are some that made me perk up this morning.
  • But what about my obstacles? Feint left, run right. Charge like a mopapotamus. Blast with lasers. Drag along. Pretend not there. Surmount.
  • All That Glitters Is Not Gold, There's Brass And Copper Or It Might Be Plated!
  • Build something that's foolproof and they invent a better fool.
  • Cancel my subscription, I don't need your issues.
  • Contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough.
  • Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.
  • Deaf people can do anything other people can do except hear. (????)
  • Don't drink water... Fish have sex in it!
  • Even the mighty oak tree was just a little nut once, just like you.
  • He who laughs last thinks slowest.
  • He’s as sharp as a beach ball.
  • Hold my beer and watch this!
  • I can tune a guitar, but I can't tuna fish.
  • I don't have an attitude problem: you have a perception problem!
  • It is easier to create naked art than it is to create clothed porn. (????)
  • If a man speaks in a forest, but no woman is around to hear him, is he still wrong?
  • If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.
  • I intend to live forever – so far, so good!
  • I'm pink, therefore, I'm spam!
  • In most instances, all an argument proves is that two people are present.
  • It's not a bug, it's an undocumented feature.
  • Let his own wand ding him. (again...????)
  • People say I shouldn't frown because it uses more muscles than smiling. Then I point out that Americans need their exercise.
  • Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.
  • The beatings will continue until morale improves.
  • The world would be less violent if everyone used hula hoops.
  • There are three types of people in this world: the ones who can count, and those who can't.
  • Every quote is a quote.
  • We will fight them until hell freezes over. Then, we'll fight them on ice.
  • Who ever said nothings impossible obviously never tried slamming a revolving door.
  • You have no rights. Sit down.
  • Your head is not aerodynamically proportioned.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Phone Chronicles

Since my phone decided to turn off and never recharge last month, I've been trying to negotiate getting it to the Softbank store to turn it in for repairs. It's funny though, losing my phone was sort of more of a relief for me than a wild panic. No more worrying about running out of batteries, no more watching the clock to see if it's past 9, no more people who call me "just cause" when I'm in the middle of work hours, and no more real serious obligation to call anyone. I thought I'd really quickly get addicted to my phone, kind of like I don't go very often without signing into Skype or checking my email, but I seem to be relatively detached from this phone business, which is a pleasant surprise.
I've always hated talking on the phone. And as far as work goes, sometimes it's nice to send off an email and have a few relaxed hours before you get a reply that puts you back into panic again...no?
Anyway, finally today, I got a temporary replacement. My temporary replacement is a bright, reflective, PURPLE. Possibly the gayest color purple you can imagine. Behold, the things Google can find for you.

Not only is my phone a pale purple--it's DISCO purple. It reflects colors...and it sparkles and shines. It's so shiny and nuts, in fact, that I almost feel like I could pick up my phone and have a conversation with Uncle Jim.
There are some annoying things though, about having a temporary phone. First thing is that it's all scratched up and clearly been mashed up against the face of many Softbank users before me, and they probably had swine flu.
Second thing is that, I open up my phone and have a zillion missed calls but can't tell who on earth any of them are since they're all just numbers and no names. I wish I could call you back...but I'm afraid I don't know whose number is what. HELP. Aggggh the frightful power of technology to swallow up a bunch of what used to be names of people that I knew and spit out a bunch of numbers.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

I Love You

A little while ago during a game of sorts, I had to answer the question, "What do you want most right now?" And I remember thinking hard and coming up with, "To be understood--to feel like people see and appreciate what I do."
I didn't mean to say it like I'm being misunderstood or unappreciated in my life. When I think about it now, I realize that I am so blessed with so many things--a lot of appreciation for the different ministries that I'm involved in, a lot of recognition for the music and things that I create, and a lot of love and support from my parents who praise me for the good more than they rebuke me for the bad. I'm thankful for all of that.
I think, though, that there are these times that come every now and then when you feel like people are looking at you through a raincloud, judging you more for the times that you forget to do your JJT than for the times that you struggle to get it done. Times when you feel like the people you work with, for whatever reason, want to believe that you're spoiled, selfish, and getting more than you deserve. Times when you want to make them understand the feeling behind what you do; times when you want someone to walk in and see you getting desperate with the Lord because you feel like you're alone in the struggle. Times when you tell Jesus you just want to give up because everyone in your home seems more put-together than you are, and you're too haphazard to be what they expect you to be.
I can get up over this because I know that, for the most part, it's all in my head. But I see and I know people for whom it's more of a reality. People who are not nearly as appreciated or loved and accepted as they should be. People who try, people who fight, people who feel frail because no one is helping them to feel strong. I think it's probably the biggest reason why anyone has loneliness trials that feel like the heaviest weight in the universe--because the rest of us don't see, hear, and touch often enough. Isn't that why people, even when they're in a relationship, can still feel lonely?
There are so many wonderful people around the world--people who sacrifice on a daily basis, who give as much as is humanly possible. I think sometimes, we tend to expect such greatness from people because of the warped perception that we have of people that we esteem "truly great"--some Bible characters, people like Mother Teresa, or the missionaries that go someplace and do heroic, selfless things, almost get eaten by cannibals, whose 1st, 2nd, and 3rd wives die of malaria, and whose faith is always recorded as having been "unwavered."
The thing is, though, that human service is so much less dramatic and pure than that. The most "pure" we can be is still speckled with small prides and selfishnesses. The most "giving" we can be is still sometimes holding something back. The most warm and open we can be is still protected in some way, still shielding, still suspecting. Even working at our hardest we have slumps in productivity, time-management, inspiration. We're so multi-angular that we should never be compared with one another--but we are.
It's not so much about the physical manifestations of "affection." I think it's mostly about deciding to be thankful for someone because of their hard work rather than getting flustered because of what they forgot to cover. Appreciating people out loud from the deepest place in your heart. Jumping in bed and talking with people. Telling people someone you admire them for being a fighter. Getting a prophecy for someone. Holding someone's hand. Talking about your weaknesses and telling people how you admire them for their strengths. Hugging someone for a little longer than you usually would and telling them "I really love seeing you!" with more feeling than you usually would.
I have to say, I wouldn't be in the Family today if not for the times when people held me close to them and made me feel like a part of them, like they'd love to work with me, or even just see me around. There are some people that silently love, with a REAL smile and a squeeze of the hand. These people are the people I treasure, because they are the real reason I'm happy and I'm still fighting for whatever it is I'm fighting for.
I don't really have an idea for how to wrap this up--I probably could've wrapped it up a couple paragraphs back, cause of course you all know what I'm talking about. I didn't mean to get too dramatic about it, either. So here is probably a good place to...yeah.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

The Mission

Just read "The Mission," and I have to say, I'm thrilled with the direction the Family is taking. Thrilled. In some ways, having been in a service home for a long time, I feel like I'm on the sidelines waving goodbye to all the missionaries being sent off to win the world, but it's okay, because I like knowing that at least SOMEONE is out there doing the job. I'm so excited to give this new GN to Active Members, and I'm so excited that everyone in the Family is going to read it in and go "okay, I'll try this."
I know that in the not-so-distant future I'll be able to introduce sheep to other Family members and not be paranoid that their standard is not a good sample.
I know that soon there won't be that loneliness, discouragement, and self-righteousness, because everyone will be struggling harder than I am, and I will look up to them and look down at myself and think "Florence, you gotta up your game. These people are fighting for Jesus, there ain't no more self-pity to be had." And I will grab someone's hand and feel confident that they will pull me in the right direction.
"The Mission," people. Read it and pump some iron.