love broke out of word-jail again

Muse update:
She sat up for a few minutes this morning, sipping coffee with me at least. I’m confident she’ll be flittering around my head and making me glad of my odd-duckiness in no time. Hallelujah! 
Fear update:
Whoa! The darkness will never master the light. Read John 1! I’ve made a pretty big purse out of a few bad things, and it seems to go with all my outfits, and I haven’t felt connected enough to say Out with the old, and in with the new! This is one reason prayer among brothers and sisters is good. When an identity crisis fogs up my vision and hearing, it seems that God always sends people to pray with me and, in a way, connect with Him in my place. Is that kooky to say? 
Prayer update:
I have been made suddenly aware that I am in a sifter, a sifter shaking so roughly that afterward I might stagger around with a little wimpy voice like Mike Tyson. This house (somebody please come buy this house) needs order. How do I do all I need to do (schedule, clean, organize, call, email, make lists, be an amazing mom who laughs at snowstorms and is sexy) and still maintain a relationship with someone so huge that He’s invisible by conversating with Him without ceasing? 
So far, this is all I’ve got:
Sing this:
Praise God from whom detergent flows.
Praise when your kid can’t blow his nose.
Praise Him in all the fits he throws.
Praise Father! Son! and Holy Ghost!
and when singing isn’t an option:
Isaac, if you don’t get your foot off your brother’s face,  …
 Your love endures forever.
Hey, pass me another piece of pizza.
Your love endures forever.
We need a sitter 3 nights in a row.
Your love endures forever.
Spaghetti on my white t-shirt
and your love endures.
I superstitiously wear my new necklace
and Your love still endures.


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Reply August 25, 2008

this is the language - and the heart - the Lord inhabits. be careful: you might get yourself Illuminated.

Reply August 25, 2008

I think I'll be singing your Praise God song all day tomorrow through the whines, through the spills, and through the drama... but also through the laughter, through the snoogles, and through the tickles. God bless you Amber and thank you for always sharing with us both sides of the story! Your words are always a refreshing breeze through this house miles and miles away!

Reply August 26, 2008

Just reading the word "illuminated" lit me up.

Seriously, guys, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't get to spill my guts here. Thanks for always encouraging me. I mean it.

Reply August 26, 2008

This is great! What a pretty writer you are!

Reply December 29, 2008

I love it!

This is my favorite:
I've made a pretty big purse out of a few bad things, and it seems to go with all my outfits.

Boy ain't that the truth!

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