My Father's Daughter

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The Rock[star]s will cry out

I think one of the surest testaments to God’s existence as well as His desire to have a relationship with His children, is the longing for Him that each human possesses. One of the surest testaments to this longing is our art, our literature, our music — expressions of the pursuit of fulfillment of the void. SO many “love” songs are actually sentiments more appropriately reserved for God. Human relationships can never replace a relationship with God. We will never get from another person the things we can get from God. And so these modern day psalmists are actually penning words that express in meaningful ways love of, need of, and praise of God.

Exhibit A:


Every time I look at you the world just melts away
All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections
You’ve seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am
And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land

You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
You’re all the things that I desire, you save me, complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe

I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe
No matter what I say or do ’cause you’re too good to fight about it
Even when I have to push just to see how far you’ll go
You won’t stoop down to battle but you never turn to go


There are times I can’t decide when I can’t tell up from down
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I’d drown
But you pick me up and brush me off and tell me I’m ok
Sometimes that’s just what we need to get us through the day


Written by Sarah McLachlan


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In the words of Oprah…An A-ha moment

I had an epiphany this morning (in church no less!). For the past couple of years I have been very cognizant of the fact that I am not living to my potential (I know, this may come as a shock). I have been wanting to and trying to make some changes. Have you ever tried to make a change? A significant, real change? I’m not talking more regular flossing or any other good habits (and who out there really flosses daily, c’mon), I’m talking a change to the way that you think or approach life. A change of significant behaviour. It’s hard. We are pretty much who we are going to be by the time we are 5. FIVE!

Well, my a-ha moment this morning was that instead of constantly focusing on all the ways that I continually fall short (again, I know, it’s a shock), what I should be doing is focusing on being who God wants me to be; A child who is in love with him, who serves him and obeys him (both direct results of loving him). I told a good friend once that instead of spending all the energy we do on ‘discovering who we are’ we should be focusing on who we want to be. Then in the heat of the moment instead of reverting back to who we became at 5 we behave as we think that person we want to be would act. (So, basically, yeah, that whole, What Would Jesus Do concept; but sometimes you have to sort out these conclusions on your own).


Oh how embarrassing…

So, yesterday afternoon I was quietly sitting in a meeting listening attentively. I was vaguely aware that there was a something rattling around in my right nostril, but I was powerless to do anything about it. I continued to sit there breathing normally when all of a sudden — whewp — a little booger came flying out of my nose and landed on my notes in front of me (I don’t really know the medical term for said substance so must use the common vernacular; for even more interesting terms please contact my nephews). You must understand, this is a very serious meeting. No one had cracked a smile for about 20 minutes. Words like “iteration”, “contextualized” and “aggregate data” were being bandied about. And a booger half the size of a paper clip FLEW OUT OF MY NOSE!

Thankfully, the damage was minimal. I think very few, if anyone, saw it. I was sitting back from the table a bit and my notes were in my lap. With as much grace and slow deliberation I could muster I calmly reached over and brushed the offending projectile from my page and resumed attentive listening (while simultaneously scanning the eyes of the other attendees trying to discern a barely concealed smile that might betray a witness to my faux pas).