Falling Slowly...

It's no surprise that these singers got an Oscar for this song. The way they sing it and the words...so very touching, very poignant, very inspiring.

From the movie Once...

Falling Slowly

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing it loud

~Glen Hansard

Sweet Sunday

We sang this song in church this morning, and I was once again struck by the lyrics.

Try reading the words as a prayer.

Out of the Depths
Words and music by Bob Kauflin

Out of the depths, O Lord, I cry to You
When I am tempted to despair
Though I might fail to trust Your promises
You never fail to hear my prayer
And if You judged my sin
I’d never stand again
But I see mercy in Your hands

So more than watchmen for the morning
I will wait for You, my God
When my fears come with no warning
In Your Word I’ll put my trust
When the harvest time is over and I still see no fruit
I will wait, I will wait for You

The secret mysteries belong to You
We only know what You reveal
And all my questions that are unresolved
Don’t change the wisdom of Your will
In every trial and loss
My hope is in the cross
Where Your compassions never fail

So more than watchmen for the morning
I will wait for You, my God
When my fears come with no warning
In Your Word I’ll put my trust
When the harvest time is over and I still see no fruit
I will wait, I will wait for You

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Awesome, huh? Have a very sweet Sunday!

Boys Will Be Boys

Toss out any and all magazine articles and scientific studies that tell us both genders are exactly the same and any differences are learned. A lot of money can be saved on these meaningless studies.

Here's an example of male sexism that has never been taught/learned at our house:

As I've said before, I'm a huge fan of Jude Cole and his music...as are my kids.

Today, we were discussing some of the words from the song "Joe" in which Jude sings, "Go to church on Sunday morning...come home and beat my wife."

The song is all about a man who does things he doesn't want to do -- and doesn't understand why he does them in the first place. The kids originally thought the line continued as, "Come home and feed my wife." Since that has a nicer sound to it, we've kiddingly kept that as the lyrics.

I reminded Edward of that today when we were talking about the word, "beating," and said I'm sure he'd much rather feed his wife.

Our little 6-and-a-half-year-old laughed and said, "I'm not going to feed my wife."

Stuart and I looked a bit perplexed until he continued, "She's going to feed me."

Then he remembered he isn't going to have a wife (*wink-wink* Come back in 20 years to see if anything's changed) so the whole conversation was moot.

My scientific conclusion? Boys will be boys and are born with such thoughts... We need to teach them otherwise.

Wow! Think of all the money I've just saved the government in having to figure that out.

Mat Kearney

As a new fan of Mat Kearney's, I cannot wait to hear/see him in concert in a few weeks.

I looked up the lyrics to the song I have playing on my video player and have listed them below.

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Nothing Left to Lose

something’s in the air tonight
the sky's alive with a burning light
you can mark my words something's about to break

and i found myself in a bitter fight
while i've held your hand through the darkest night
don't know where your coming from but you're coming soon

to a kid from oregon by way of california
all of this is more than i've ever known or seen

come on and we'll sing, like we were free
push the pedal down watch the world around fly by us
come on and we'll try, one last time
i'm off of the floor one more time to find you

and here we go there's nothing left to choose
and here we go there's nothing left to lose

so i packed my car and headed east
where i felt your fire and a sweet release
there's a fire in these hills that's coming down

and i don't know much, but i found you here
and i can not wait another year
don't know where your coming from but you're coming soon

to a kid from oregon by way of california
all of this is more than i’ve ever known or seen

come on and we'll sing, like we were free
push the pedal down watch the world around fly by us
come on and we'll try, one last time
i'm off of the floor one more time to find you

and here we go there's nothing left to choose
and here we go there's nothing left to lose

i can still hear the trains out my window
from hobart street to here in nashville
i can still smell the pomegranates grow
and i don't know how hard this wind will blow
or where we'll go

come on and we'll sing, like we were free
push the pedal down watch the world around fly by us
come on and we'll try, one last time
i'm off of the floor one more time to find you

and here we go there's nothing left to choose
and here we go there's nothing left to lose