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~ Penny Girl ~ 2 Comments

it’s not a different set of rules,
it’s not a different ideal,
it’s not because we read a different Book…

it’s the fact that His bones are not in the grave!!!

our Lord is ALIVE.
–that is our hope.
and that makes all the difference in the world…

~ Penny Girl ~ 1 Comment

i don’t feel like i’m fallin’
no, i don’t feel like i’m fallin’
no, i don’t feel like i’m fallin’ down…
just say hello to the ground…

~ Penny Girl ~ 2 Comments
Sometimes I believe all the lies
So I can do the things I should despise
And every day I am swayed
By whatever is on my mind

I hear it all depends on my faith
So I’m feeling precarious
The only problem I have with these mysteries
Is they’re so mysterious

And like a consumer I’ve been thinking
If I could just get a bit more
More than my fifteen minutes of faith,
Then I’d be secure

My faith is like shifting sand
Changed by every wave
My faith is like shifting sand
So I stand on grace

I’ve begged you for some proof
For my Thomas eyes to see
A slithering staff, a leprous hand
And lions resting lazily

A glimpse of your back-side glory
And this soaked altar going ablaze
But you know I’ve seen so much
I explained it away

Waters rose as my doubts reigned
My sand-castle faith, it slipped away
Found myself standing on your grace
It’d been there all the time

My faith is like shifting sand
Changed by every wave
My faith is like shifting sand
So I stand on grace

Stand on grace

Caedmon’s Call

~ Penny Girl ~ 10 Comments

It begins with,

                I sat by the lake;
                I looked at the sky.

and ends with,

                I sat by the lake,

                and looked at the sky.

~ Penny Girl ~ 9 Comments

1 mexican soda, straight out of the bottle


1/3 can of white cheddar pringles, stacked neatly on the table like a deck of cards


4 two-bite brownies, grabbed randomly from the bag


1.5 hours


1 very odd twist in qualifying numbers


= a little cash back from the government

Taxes are done for a year.  I don’t owe anything.  I can breath again…

Would you believe I actually kind of enjoyed it?  Now my sisters are offering to let me figure theirs.

A little sign my grandmother sent us for Christmas:

“Dear IRS, I would like to cancel my subscription. 
Please remove my name from your mailing list.”


“….yeah, I’m free!!!   Free fallin’…………”

~ Penny Girl ~ 10 Comments

Daisy, give
yourself away

Lookup at the
rain

The beautiful display

Of power and
surrender

Giving us today

And she gives
herself away


Rain, another rainy day

Comes up from the ocean

Give
herself away

She comes down easy

On rich and dead the same

And she gives herself
away




Let it
go

Daisy, Let it go

Open up
your fist

This
fallen world

Doesn’t hold your interest

It doesn’t hold your soul

Daisy, let it go




Pain, give yourself a name

Call yourself contrition

Avarice
of blame

Giving isn’t easy

Neither
is the rain

When she gives
herself away


Daisy, why another day?

Why another
sunrise

Who will take the blame

For all redemptive motion

And every rainy day

When he gives
himself away




Let it go

Daisy, let it go

Open
up your fist

This fallen world

It doesn’t hold your interest

It doesn’t
hold your soul

Daisy, let it go








Hope is the hardest thing to give up.

When a dream dies…

Yeah,
 sometimes you just have to have your cry
           
           
           
       and then
           
           
           
           
           let it go.

~ Penny Girl ~ 5 Comments
“Reasons Why”


Where am I today? I wish that I knew

‘Cause looking around there’s no sign of You

I don’t remember one jump or one leap

Just quiet steps away from Your lead



I’m holding my heart out but clutching it too

Feeling this short of a love that we once knew

I’m calling this home when it’s not even close

Playing the role with nerves left exposed



Standing on a darkened stage, stumbling through the lines

Others have excuses, but I have my reasons why



We get distracted by dreams of our own

But nobody’s happy while feeling alone

And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall

We lean another ladder against the wrong wall



And climb high to the highest rung, to shake fists at the sky

While others have excuses, I have my reasons why


With so much deception it’s hard not to wander away

It’s hard not to wander away

~Nickel Creek