Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thank you... yes, you.

Thank you, Starbucks, for being open today.

Thank you, Punch Brothers, for making my drive home quite delightful.

Thank you, students, for making me thankful that I'm no longer in high school but for always making me laugh at things you do.

Thank you, Papaw, for not allowing me to be the only one to fall asleep during the 6:00 News last night.

Thank you, rain, for cutting our morning run a little short today.

Thank you, bowl cuts, for going out of style shortly after my childhood so no child today has to suffer as we, the select few, did.

Thank you, friends who send mass holiday text messages, for including me. No matter how much I question your sincerity, I secretly love it.

Thank you, parents, for giving me a name that never allows people to ask the question, "Johanna, who?"

Thank you, mom, for always having 4 cartons of ice cream in the freezer.

Thank you, family, for the following Thanksgiving table conversations:

- An intense argument over the outcome of Dancing with the Stars.
Gammy (former professional opera singer) is convinced it truly is a talent contest and couldn't figure out why Brandy (singer/performer) didn't make it into the top 3. Someone chimes in with the idea that it's just a popularity contest, which only adds fuel to the fire.

- Gammy (While looking at Jay, Carla, and me):
"I was kind of hoping one of you would have an announcement for an upcoming wedding or something." To which we replied with complete and total silence... until Uncle Chuck reminded everyone of Prince William's upcoming wedding. Thanks for easing the tension and then abruptly leaving the table, Chuck.

- Jay randomly revels his plans to go duck hunting with the Zac Brown Band. Mind you, the only gun Jay has ever held is a BB gun.
Jay: "I've only used it to wound a coyote and shoot a squirrel.... which I killed and then felt really bad about. I also think I used to shoot turtles."
Papaw: (1st and only words of the night) "Well, Jay, I think the ducks are going to be moving a little faster than the turtles."

- Family discussion about traveling full-time in an RV
Jay: "Man, you must really have to like your wife."
Carla: "Well, I think that's the point of marriage... finding a wife that you kinda like."
Chuck: "You know, Jay, you have a point....... That does sound awfully confining."


And this, people, is what Thanksgiving is all about. Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Punch Brothers on Vinyl

The Punch Brothers were FINALLY in Fayetteville, and it is safe to say that my life is forever altered. Hands down the best concert I have ever been to. All of the band members are RIDICULOUS at playing their instruments. I've never seen anything like it. I love how they each play really traditional instruments (mandolin, banjo, fiddle, guitar, bass) but play super contemporary music. The perfect night with the perfect people. PLUS, they had their album on vinyl... welcome to my record collection, Punch Brothers.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

"Oh My God" - Jars of Clay

Listening to "Oh My God" by Jars of Clay. This song just caused me to tear up in the middle of Arsaga's. I love songs that powerfully communicate the beauty and presence of our Lord. I encourage you to listen to this song and dwell on the lyrics. I believe that it communicates that at some point in everyone's life, no matter who you are, where you are, or what you believe, everyone encounters God.... whether it is in desperation, deep doubt, or overwhelming joy, everyone cries out to God.


"Oh My God" - Jars of Clay

Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, "Oh my God"

Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God.

Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries

Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken-hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say

Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God