Monday, July 23, 2012

jump.

Loving this song right now:


I feel like I'm coming back into my own again. I decided to start detaching myself from the church I'm going to, and it's been good for me so far. Whether or not I'll go back to that church or start going to a new one, I don't really know. But there are a couple in Denver I want to check out.

Also, I've started looking for apartments in Denver! Fun idea, not so fun to do. But it will be worth it. As I scroll through the numerous Craigslist postings, some promising and some not-so-promising, I just wish that God would tap me on the shoulder and say "that one!". I even try to tune-in to some inner signal or feeling, but to no avail this time around. If only.

Started on Twitter! Man, I could see how it would be more fun with a lot of your friends on it. Till then, I have a whopping 5 followers. Hoorah! Maybe I'll see you on there. @kjmyers8

Sunday, July 15, 2012

the haunting.

"So much of the journey forward involves a letting go of all that once brought us life. We turn away from the familiar abiding places of the heart, the false selves we have lived out, the strengths we have used to make a place for ourselves and all our false loves, and we venture forth in our hearts to tract the steps of the One who said, 'Follow me.' In a way, it means that we stop pretending: that life is better than it is, that we are happier than we are, that the false selves we present to the world are really us. We respond to the Haunting, the wooing, the longing for another life...With an awakened heart, we turn and face the road ahead, knowing that no one can take the trip for us, nor can anyone plan our way."
-John Eldredge; The Sacred Romance

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

breathless trains and worn down glories



If this is redemption, why do I bother at all

There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain
So I wander on, till someone else is saved

I moved to the coast, under a mountain

Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
I'd remember all the things my mother wrote

That we don't eat until your father's at the table

We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust

Two thousand years, I've been in that water

Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
Desperately reaching for nets
That the fishermen have thrown
Trying to find, a little bit of hope

Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid

Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
So if in the future I might need myself a savior
I'll remember what was written on that wall

That we don't eat until your father's at the table

We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust

Am I an honest man and true

Have i been good to you at all
Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
We'd just be running down
The same old lines, the same old stories of
Breathless trains and, worn down glories
Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own

So we don't eat until your father's at the table

We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust