Sunday, December 19, 2004
too many timesÂ
i have listened to my precious underoath cd 6 times today. fully. thanks to the miracles of producers and bands out there now producing good music, my precious cd is only less than 36 minutes short. this is what happens when you mishear poetic lyrics that are meant to be deep but end up sounding stupid thanks to slight deafness:
misheard lyrics: you can't see past my wavy hair
actual lyrics: you can't see past my waving hands
you know, the actual lyrics sound pretty dumb, too. my social life has completely disintegrated and it's been fun lazing on the sofa with my mom and dad and brother (and bunny) watching the whole nine yards at 7:30 pm on a sunday night in my jammies.
we went to a baby's one-month-old birthday celebration thing today. you know, i think she's my little cousin... i don't understand the need for it, but one fine day when my non-existent baby as of now turns a month old, maybe i will.
oh! a good psalm i've never read before till friday night (the night when meg left and we squealed and screamed so much downstairs the people up in my house having homegroup heard all our babbling and sniffles... our little brouhaha):
Psalm 91
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD , "He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust."
Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you make the Most High your dwelling-
even the LORD , who is my refuge-
then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
"Because he loves me," says the LORD , "I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation."
that was nice. mom wants me to go christmas shopping with her tomorrow morning. so we won't have to battle the fierce crowds that haunt orchard road daily. and i miss meg. and i want to bake christmas cookies.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 12/19/2004 09:32:00 PM
misheard lyrics: you can't see past my wavy hair
actual lyrics: you can't see past my waving hands
you know, the actual lyrics sound pretty dumb, too. my social life has completely disintegrated and it's been fun lazing on the sofa with my mom and dad and brother (and bunny) watching the whole nine yards at 7:30 pm on a sunday night in my jammies.
we went to a baby's one-month-old birthday celebration thing today. you know, i think she's my little cousin... i don't understand the need for it, but one fine day when my non-existent baby as of now turns a month old, maybe i will.
oh! a good psalm i've never read before till friday night (the night when meg left and we squealed and screamed so much downstairs the people up in my house having homegroup heard all our babbling and sniffles... our little brouhaha):
Psalm 91
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD , "He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust."
Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you make the Most High your dwelling-
even the LORD , who is my refuge-
then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
"Because he loves me," says the LORD , "I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation."
that was nice. mom wants me to go christmas shopping with her tomorrow morning. so we won't have to battle the fierce crowds that haunt orchard road daily. and i miss meg. and i want to bake christmas cookies.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 12/19/2004 09:32:00 PM
