OMG

Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, "Oh my God"

Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God.

Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries

Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say

Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

We love this song...our church band "Twelve" was awesome during their concert. We love rocking out to Jars of Clay. Check out our playlist at the bottom of our blog to listen to this song.

Paradise, MT

Oh, Marley Nils...I was sew frustrated even before he took the razor sharp rotary cutter and played keep away with it in his mouth. Yes, I was already perturbed because the blanket I was making never seemed to line up so I continued to cut the fabric like a bad hair stylist at Supercuts (no offense to anybody working at Supercuts). And yes you can see the directions for my "like new" Singer sitting on the dining room table :) Jeff was sweet enough to say "It doesn't matter if it is straight, Maddie will love that you made it for her." Thanks for the encouragement.

How cute are both those giraffes?

Enough said

SASSY
Claire does a good job looking innocent...Maddie, not so much.

You can do all the research in the world and it all says that infants shouldn't be in hot springs because they are too hot. I put a toe in and it was definitely cooler than her bath...so we went for it, bikini and all. She loved it...so did all the retirees vacationing. The best part...gel bursting out of her diaper afterwards. Wow, they really are absorbant.

I will be posting more often with exciting news as Maddie is growing quickly and I continue the transition into working in the NICU.