Christmas Soundtrack

If "Love is touching souls"

 Surely you touched mine

Cause part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time

Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling

And I would still be on my feet

I would still be on my feet...

Miss Tennessee

You took my hopes,
My love, my joy,
And now you want
To have my night times.
Please... stay out of my dreams.

Rules

I won't forget the beauty of one year ago. I won't forget the sights, the music, the worn frosty faces, the blanket threads on the rattiest couch, the lights strung up in buckets... & I won't forget the hope. I also won't forget tonight, where I broke a bitty rule, and drove and parked and spied the footprint of a carpenter, so lovely in his ways. Wow, I thought then, and wow, I think now. Sometimes we just have to break the rules, because things like this are worth it, and love really does transcend law, and covers over a multitude of wrongs.

Clouds and Valleys, Thorns and Rubble

Usually, during the day, clouds bring darkness; but at night, they've been making the sky brighter. They reflect the moon, & light up the whole heavens. In this valley where heaviness looms, sometimes a beam of light will be cast down into even the darkest cavern, and it allows for a type of smile that I have only rarely felt. Amidst woe, joy is treasured all the more. I'm finding beauty in this I did not know. The One who can take a shadowy cloud, and use it to light up an evening sky, deserves my confidence. As I trust him, I am also holding fast to these words once spoken by Lincoln: "We can complain that rose bushes have thorns, or we can rejoice that thorn bushes have roses." Beauty has not departed, it's only become more real contrasted against the rubble.