Lyrics for my soul

{After I wrote the title of this post, I have to admit I thought of the cheesy 90’s book series: “Chicken Soup for the Soul.” Hopefully this post will not be that.}

My sweet husband has been learning new songs on the guitar from a list we’ve both been making

{okay, at least I’ve been making, per his request } of songs we’d like to sing to Baby Roquemore.

Tonight, he decided it was time to learn “How He Loves.”

I have to say, this is one of my all time favourite songs.
It always makes me sing as loud as I can. It almost always brings tears to my eyes.

The lyrics always help heal a part of my soul that’s been breaking.
I think it’s because it’s the thing that’s missing that I’m supposed to be rooted in, always.
What changes my life about Jesus & His gospel is this: broken as I am, awful as I am, He loves me.
He loves me so.

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree…
Bending beneath the weight of His wind & mercy.
When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by Glory,
& I realize just how beautiful you are, & how great your affections are for me.

Oh, how He loves us. Oh, how He loves us, how He loves us so.

We are His portion & He is our prize,
drawn to redemption by the Grace in His eyes.
If Grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
& my heart turns violently inside of my chest.
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets when
I think about, the Way

He loves us, whoa how He loves us.
Oh, how He loves us.

Well, I thought about You on the day Stephen died,
& You met me between my breaking.
I know that I still love You, God, despite the agony.
{These people, they} want to tell me You’re cruel.
But if Stephen could sing, he’d say it’s not true.
‘Cause He loves us. Whoa, how He loves us. Whoa, how He loves.

My heart is most at risk in the moments that I forget this.
My journey is most unworthy when I choose to let go of this truth.
This truth that sets my heart free to live and learn and be in His presence.

Why I Write

I don’t think I could’ve said it better myself…

But, I’ll try sometime in the near future:

Thanks, to Dallas Clayton for continuing to inspire me with his art.

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WHY I WRITE

I will never cure cancer
not with the schooling I’ve had
and my lack of focus
and because I don’t really even know what cancer is
or how it works.
So the best I can do
is to write some things down-
some words, some pictures-
in hopes that they will inspire a stranger
sitting alone
in a laboratory
in the dark of night
to move a microscope
two clicks in an unfamiliar direction
two clicks toward a discovery
that might forever change the world
and cure me
of ever having to worry
about knowing
anything about cancer.