Oh Rainy Day (a poem written long ago)

Oh rainy day
I wish you would just go away
You make everything so exhausting
Taking away everything fun and gay

I suppose sometimes I like you
When I curl up a read
Oh my bed or couch I listen to you
And feel as though I don’t have a need

Sometimes I don’t mind
When I lay in my bed
I listen to the soft music drip, drop, drip
These sweet lullabies lull me asleep instead

When everything is so very hot
And all the earth so dry, I pray
“Please send the rain God
So everything wouldn’t die.”

When you get so angry
You give me a big thrill!
I love to hear the thunder roar
Voice so loud and strong and shrill

And there are times I cannot wait
Until you flash your light
You are truly beautiful
Making the sky so bright

And those fun days
When you’re not so strong
Our boots go on and umbrella’s come out
Laughter dances as we sing the song

Oh those evil puddles
How they just call us
“You know there is no way out,
you must splash you must.”


So I smile, because I know
You are not so bad at all
God made you as you are
And He is always right

Oh Rainy Day
Please come often to play
But if you please
Don’t remain day, after day, after day…

Flex

Ah, ouch, pain
Yes it is the
Flexibility class
Yes it is painful
Ouch, Ahhhhhh

Ode to Pudding

Okay so I am not really writing about pudding, although I will mention it. After a few pretty weighty first blogs I thought I would lighten it up a bit.

I am at home typing after driving all across the city today, I am glad to be home and in my pajamas. I do have a little bit of advice, Don't eat tapioca pudding and pink lemonade together if you haven't eaten anything for 7 hours. It is not a good combination and my stomach is acting a little weird because of it.

This weekend is the Classic Car show at our state fair grounds in Roseville Minnesota about 12 minutes from my house. So for the last couple of days we have been seeing beautiful cars driving everywhere. I drove down Snelling tonight, which is the main road that goes to the fair grounds, and I couldn't believe how busy it was at 11:00pm. There were people in lawn chairs all lined up on either side of the street, and in HarMar Mall's parking lots were tons of people and cars just hanging out. I loved the sight of the community and the camaraderie the people were having. I also drove by the fairgrounds and was amazed at the thousands of people there. I love anything that happens at the fairgrounds, I guess I just love it when people are having a good time together.

So that is my story today. In case you forgot my earlier advice I will repeat it, don't eat tapioca pudding and lemonade together.

Hill

Past

How do I satisfy my soul, how can I come before Him?
I remind myself of my weakness,
Over and over again my past comes to haunt me.
I open and read it like a book
That has been in my bookcase for years
One that I keep coming back to
I take it out and look at its worn cover
I run my hand over the creases of the pages I have turned

I see You standing there,
You reach out Your hand
I don’t want to let it go God
My past is my friend, a classic,
It is familiar to me.
I don’t know if I can put it behind me
I can’t let it go.

Yet all of my worthlessness
All of my shame is written in my past
And I can’t run to you with it weighing me down
I take it all and place it at your feet.
As soon as I forget the book
My face turns forward
My eyes do not waver
You are there before me

I sometimes turn and look behind
But than Your hand comes
And gently guides my face
Back to looking into Your gaze
Oh the mystery of this man!
Oh Lord You know! It must be you Jesus, it must be You!

My heart is yearning

My heart is yearning
for something that I cannot see
Something that I cannot comprehend
What do I want? What do I seek?
Why does my heart stir within me?
What am I longing for, what is it that will satisfy me?
As the night stretches before me
I contemplate how I can sleep
How can I slumber when my heart has pain?
The pain I feel for something more
How can rest come to me?
When my heart is not still?
This longing is fierce, it eats me up
My inward parts cry out


They cry out for God
When will you come Lord?
How long must I wait for You to visit me?
My very flesh cries out for God, for the living God
What must I do to know You?
Who is like You Lord?
Where is the place inside of me,
That feels so empty now?

Do You want my life? Take it-
Here it is Lord, I don’t want it without You
Do You want my dreams? Take them-
For they are nothing without You in them
Do You want my talents? Take them-
Use me, do not pass me by