The Aftermath

Breathing.

I'm sitting here in my darling apartment, curled up on the couch in mom's quilt. Pumpkin-spice and cinnamon are filling the air and Jack is purring in his sleep above my shoulders. I will also bravely mention that there is a beautiful concoction of Cran-Apple, White-Cran-Peach, and 'a little something special' at my left.

Breathing.

There are a million things racing through my head. It's an endless cycle of Merry-Go-Round goin' on in there and I don't think I'll be running out of quarters any time soon. When was the last time anyone actually ever wanted to run out of quarters?  

I wish life were simpler, but as I have already established: I'm breathing.
Barely breathing.

I've been so busy that I haven't even had time to sort through things. The aftermath of the craziest two weeks (and the lamest semester of my life) begins now. There was a lot harbored up in there.


-C

Jack Gets a Bath

Last evening I gave Jack a bath. In all of my years of growing up with cats, I have never had to give any one of them a bath. I mean, cats usually take care of that themselves, ya know?

Well, paint got busted out again last evening here at 508 and Mr. Lewis decided to jump in it.

I think he actually liked it, which just gives me one more reason to believe that he may genuinely think he's a dog. I'm okay with that.



-C

My Favorite Kids

The first blog I ever posted was about the day I took these kids for a walk with a triple stroller.

We almost didn't make it home. I was (and am) that out of shape.



Needless to say, they've grown like weeds.
I miss them and their mom very, very much.

(I love that Isaac's rocking J. Crew suede MacAlister's...love.)

It was the truest blessing to have been your nanny, Galati kids!
I love you all.

-Chels

Let Men Be Men

Ladies. Don't be chasing men. It only encourages them to act more like women and it makes you look stupid. I love you. But for real.

-C

character calls forth character

Socrates taught Plato. Plato taught Aristotle. Aristotle taught Alexander the Great, way back when he was just Alexander the Average. But Alexander became great through association with the great man. This is how it works. We become like the people we are around. And not because of what they say. But because of what we see them do. - Morris

Character calls forth character. 

-Goethe

'Gabriele'

So, you might know my friend Gabriele by now. We met in Germany on my mission trip last spring and it's been sisterly love ever since. She got married on September 4th of this year and ended up moving four hours away from her family to be with her husband in Wolfsburg. She's 20.

She writes me often about how much she misses her family and her church. It's not easy picking up and having to start over.

I woke up yesterday morning commenting on how much I loved how cold it was in the house. I had a few hours before class, so I sat down and wrote these two verses:

Weight

I feel it in my bones

the early morning cold

Life

looks like a steamy breath

one second I can see it

then it's gone

Then I wanted to try something different and write in third person. Whoa. What a concept. So I just changed the "I's" to "she's" and it was done.

Now the only question was: who was "she"?

I've been in both 1 Timothy and the Book of Ruth lately, so immediately I thought of a virtuous woman. So I decided to write the song in light of how Ruth lost her husband, yet still left Moab to follow Naomi and God to Bethlehem. It couldn't have been an easy thing to do, not knowing what awaited her on the other side.

then your world falls away

and you're in another place

Far away from home

with a strength not of your own

I tried writing a few verse's pertaining to fields and gleaning, but it just wasn't "settling." So I waited a while before picking my pen and guitar back up.

I got a message from Gabi over facebook in the meantime and as soon as I read her message, I knew that the song was about her; everything pertaining to her having to move away and start all over. Thus enters "don't give up now, Gabriele." I wrote the second verse about Gabi's willingness to submit to her husband Daniel, ultimately to God.

Beauty
non-domineering
the bending of a branch in the wind
she'll go where He goes

Then something really unexpected happened:

Today I went to class, and in the middle of the lecture I started writing these random lyrics that ended up being the second chorus. By the end of that chorus, the song took a completely different turn. All of a sudden it hit me that this was a song about my friend Ashlee as well. All of a sudden, I'm waking up on a November morning in Ashlee's shoes and finding my 5-week old son not breathing; I'm walking around aimlessly in Target remembering how my son was with me the last time I was there, and four months later I'm moving to Tampa with my family of three, when it should have been my family of four. So I continued to write the rest of the song specifically with her in mind: adding to the second verse, the second chorus and creating the third and final chorus.

Time
there's never enough
unswerving devotion
and saddening goodbyes

Common day, common scene
but now you're remembering
everything as it once was
Gabriele, don't give up now

....

there's a day
when you will see
all the answers to your questioning
the fruit to your suffering
Gabriele, don't give up now


when the shadows begin to fade
will you kindly reiterate
the smile upon your face
Gabriele, don't give up now
don't give up now

When I checked facebook later today I saw that today was her birthday. Talk about providence.

It's obviously still Gabi's song, just as it is a song about Ruth and Ashlee. It's the song of anyone who has ever let the Lord uproot them and trusted Him in the process. Each one of their stories played a huge part in writing this song and in ministering to me by revealing such a beautiful image of our ever faithful and sovereign God. I'm blessed to have so many examples of Ruth in my life.

Everything we do in obedience to God, no matter how small, is significant.
- John Piper

God always has a way of leading His children to higher ground. He will always guide us. He will always be our common place and our strength. Always urging us on. Always urging us to not give up. Always hiding a smile behind what seems to be a frowning providence.

Gabi and Ashlee,
Thank you for being courageous.
-C

Listen to and see the lyrics for 'Gabriele' here.