"Painting Pictures of Egypt" by Sara Groves
I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me
Either way
And the places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling out to me
Like a long lost friend
It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
And the place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
And it wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this
I've been painting pictures of Egypt,
Leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,
And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,
Cannot hold the things I've learned
Those roads were closed off to me
While my back was turned!
The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy
To discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
I am caught between the Promise
And the things I know
I've been painting pictures of Egypt,
Leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,
And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,
Cannot hold the things I've learned
Those roads were closed off to me
While my back was turned!
If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
And if it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
Monday, April 12, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
#512. Thinking you
A dear friend shared this with me the other day, and I keep reading it over and over. It's definitely encouragement I needed, and I hope it encourages you as well.
#512. Thinking you’re naked.
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#512. Thinking you’re naked.
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Thursday, March 11, 2010
The Day's Observations (thus far...)
ONE
Girl Scout cookies taste that much sweeter when confiscated from (and perhaps consumed in front of) a "sneaky" student.
TWO
There is a lot of fake hair that makes its way in and out of my classroom.
THREE
I'm thinking that when the air conditioner cuts on and the whole hallway smells of burning plastic, something is amiss.
Girl Scout cookies taste that much sweeter when confiscated from (and perhaps consumed in front of) a "sneaky" student.
TWO
There is a lot of fake hair that makes its way in and out of my classroom.
THREE
I'm thinking that when the air conditioner cuts on and the whole hallway smells of burning plastic, something is amiss.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
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