Showing posts with label Namibia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Namibia. Show all posts
Saturday, December 20, 2008
One year
Looking ahead to a year seems like a really long time. Looking back on it, it seems all to short. My year living in Namibia is over, but after seven trips I can't imagine it will be my last. One thing that's always been a motto of mine is "be where you are." Trying to make that a reality in my own life I realize that the very purpose of blogging is to be somewhere else, to share what's on your mind with people who aren't there. So not that I've ever written on this blog with much regularity, but in trying to be more purposeful about living purposefully I won't be updating this blog as often. If you're interested in what's on my mind drop me an email or take me out to lunch! If you're interested in my observations from living in Namibia for a year, check out my African Travel Blog.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
A year in Africa
From December 2007 through Dec 2008 I will be living with my friends Dieter and Joan Morsbach in Okahandja, Namibia. I will be serving as a Distributed Pastor of Christ’s Church working with orphan ministries, humanitarian aid projects, and community development programs. I’ll also be exploring many of the cultural differences with the youth and how youth ministry is different than in the States. If you’re interested in a short term missions trip to Africa, I can help in making arrangements for that as well. :)
During this year I will be posting to my African Travel Blog. You can find it at… http://africantravelblog.blogspot.com. On that site I will include updates, prayer requests, photos, and hopefully even some video of my trip. I will still have occasional access to my email, myspace, facebook, IM, etc, so we can still keep in touch. Thanks for your prayers and support, and please continue following my journey at my African Travel Blog.
During this year I will be posting to my African Travel Blog. You can find it at… http://africantravelblog.blogspot.com. On that site I will include updates, prayer requests, photos, and hopefully even some video of my trip. I will still have occasional access to my email, myspace, facebook, IM, etc, so we can still keep in touch. Thanks for your prayers and support, and please continue following my journey at my African Travel Blog.
Monday, July 16, 2007
The physics of experiencing life
When shuttles return from the moon re-entry involves screaming through the flaming heat of the atmosphere. While coming home from Namibia isn't quite that bad, sometimes it seems like it. Anybody who's travelled cross-culturally knows what it's like to come home and experience the tension of not wanting to fall back into everyday life here but keep some of the tendencies and habits you learned in other places. For me it was walking.
Our last night in Arandis the pastor's daughter, Pearl, was hanging out at our house and so she wouldn't have to walk back home alone in the dark, a group of us walked her home. We walked the long way around, down the long, quiet road on the outskirts of town where there are houses on one side and nothing but desert as far as you can see on the other. The lights from the town aren't as bright on that road so the view of the stars is amazing. You can even see the Milky Way. I don't know whether it was short legs or just not wanting to go home, but she kept saying, "You're walking too fast." I'd hardly realized until she said it that half our group was way ahead and the rest of us were struggling to slow down enough to walk with her. It got me thinking how in America we're all about getting there. We're all about accomplishing the goal. The purpose of our outing was to walk her home and come back, we just set a pace to get it done without a second thought. But what Pearl understood, we totally missed. It didn't have anything to do with our velocity, but everything to do with our perspective. For her it was a last chance to spend time with these people she'd fallen in love with who would be leaving the next morning. She knew when we reached her house it'd be over. She was all about the walk, not the destination, so she kept reminding us, "Walk slower."
On our way home we made it all the way to Paris without a snag, then when we were about to board our last plane for the final leg home they delayed our flight another 10 hours. So we went about switching gates and going through security...again, and getting some food. We got online to update the blog and let people send messages home. But 10 hours is still a long time and we were all tired and emotionally exhausted, so people started getting frustrated and bored. Now I'm a pretty laid back guy and I'm in no hurry to get home, there's nobody waiting for me at the airport except the knowledge that I'll have to say goodbye to all the people I've grown so close to during the last two weeks, so I was getting a little frustrated that everyone was wasting away this last opportunity just being bored and complaining. I eventually dropped some comments to some different people in the least harsh way I could muster, and I think they got my drift. But it just reminded me of how often we go through life waiting instead of living.
So yesterday morning I went for a walk. I never go for morning walks in America, but in Africa it's not uncommon. I thought about how much I live from one scheduled activity to the next and about how much I miss in between. I imagined what it would be like to live in the 'in betweens' instead of in the schedule. I looked up from the ground and glanced around. I hadn't realized how much I was missing around me as I was watching where I would make my next step. I took a deep breath, and took my next step...just a little slower.
Our last night in Arandis the pastor's daughter, Pearl, was hanging out at our house and so she wouldn't have to walk back home alone in the dark, a group of us walked her home. We walked the long way around, down the long, quiet road on the outskirts of town where there are houses on one side and nothing but desert as far as you can see on the other. The lights from the town aren't as bright on that road so the view of the stars is amazing. You can even see the Milky Way. I don't know whether it was short legs or just not wanting to go home, but she kept saying, "You're walking too fast." I'd hardly realized until she said it that half our group was way ahead and the rest of us were struggling to slow down enough to walk with her. It got me thinking how in America we're all about getting there. We're all about accomplishing the goal. The purpose of our outing was to walk her home and come back, we just set a pace to get it done without a second thought. But what Pearl understood, we totally missed. It didn't have anything to do with our velocity, but everything to do with our perspective. For her it was a last chance to spend time with these people she'd fallen in love with who would be leaving the next morning. She knew when we reached her house it'd be over. She was all about the walk, not the destination, so she kept reminding us, "Walk slower."
On our way home we made it all the way to Paris without a snag, then when we were about to board our last plane for the final leg home they delayed our flight another 10 hours. So we went about switching gates and going through security...again, and getting some food. We got online to update the blog and let people send messages home. But 10 hours is still a long time and we were all tired and emotionally exhausted, so people started getting frustrated and bored. Now I'm a pretty laid back guy and I'm in no hurry to get home, there's nobody waiting for me at the airport except the knowledge that I'll have to say goodbye to all the people I've grown so close to during the last two weeks, so I was getting a little frustrated that everyone was wasting away this last opportunity just being bored and complaining. I eventually dropped some comments to some different people in the least harsh way I could muster, and I think they got my drift. But it just reminded me of how often we go through life waiting instead of living.
So yesterday morning I went for a walk. I never go for morning walks in America, but in Africa it's not uncommon. I thought about how much I live from one scheduled activity to the next and about how much I miss in between. I imagined what it would be like to live in the 'in betweens' instead of in the schedule. I looked up from the ground and glanced around. I hadn't realized how much I was missing around me as I was watching where I would make my next step. I took a deep breath, and took my next step...just a little slower.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Take six
Other than my fam, I think my longest standing relationship is God. I don't really keep up with any of my grade school friends, and I first met God before I came to Christ's Church so He even beats them out. And I must say I'm more confident now than ever that He is completely trustworthy, totally sovereign, and loves me more than anything. It's wild being in relationship with someone who has absolutely no faults, because I have nothing to relate it to; it's foreign to me, but that's the reality of it. It's wild feeling like I'm wrapped up in the hugmongous arms of God. It feels safe. Fear looses all it's power. And that makes me smile.
Less than 48 hours and I'm off once again to one of my favorite places on earth, Namibia, Africa. We're gone June 25th through July 12th (no that doesn't mean you can come vandalize my house!!!) with 18 people, 36 bags, 3 guitars, and a partrige and a pear tree. But to tell the truth, I've been ready to go for most of the week. Not actually ready to go, but ready to be there. All the sights, and smells, and tastes come flooding back and I know it's time to go. So I invite you to join us, not on the airplane, but on the blogsite. Check out our team blogsite at...
www.namibia2007.blogspot.com
and follow all the action for yourself. We'll post pics and videos, tell stories of what's going on, and best of all, you can leave me little comments that I'll get to read while we're there. But most of all we'd love your prayers, for my teammates, for the people we'll minister to, and for me to be bold and open to learn what God has for me. Thanks for all your support. Signing off, for the next 3 weeks (not like I actually write that often anyway).
Less than 48 hours and I'm off once again to one of my favorite places on earth, Namibia, Africa. We're gone June 25th through July 12th (no that doesn't mean you can come vandalize my house!!!) with 18 people, 36 bags, 3 guitars, and a partrige and a pear tree. But to tell the truth, I've been ready to go for most of the week. Not actually ready to go, but ready to be there. All the sights, and smells, and tastes come flooding back and I know it's time to go. So I invite you to join us, not on the airplane, but on the blogsite. Check out our team blogsite at...
and follow all the action for yourself. We'll post pics and videos, tell stories of what's going on, and best of all, you can leave me little comments that I'll get to read while we're there. But most of all we'd love your prayers, for my teammates, for the people we'll minister to, and for me to be bold and open to learn what God has for me. Thanks for all your support. Signing off, for the next 3 weeks (not like I actually write that often anyway).
Sunday, April 08, 2007
I must say I'm quite pleased at how our philosophy of missions has grown over the last few years since taking short-term trips to Namibia. Tonight I was sitting in a training meeting for this summer's team and we talked mostly about conversation topics. We talked about the sexual purity material that our hosts use and what kinds of questions our team members might expect to hear in classrooms. We talked about what kinds of lies kids grow up hearing in that culture and how to talk about hope and a good future. Basically, we talked about how to have a conversation with people.
I love that we say our missions trips are all about relationships, but then we actually make them about relationships. Our training sessions prepare people on how to build relationships, how to talk to people, what to expect in conversations. We consistently go back to the same place, working with the same people, continually building into those relationships summer after summer. We don't bring our own agenda, but get involved in things that our hosts are already doing. We listen to people's stories. We encourage people's dreams. We speak hope to people who have long since lost it. We break down generations of racial barriers. We pick up trash and show communities that they're worth a little dignity. We laugh with the unloved. We cry with the abused. We hold the abandoned. And that has made all the difference.
Success looks different for us too. People always ask us if anybody got "saved" or if what we're doing there is really making a difference. People want visible, observable results...but God doesn't always work that way. God's work in people's hearts is a lifelong process. Our goal isn't to get somebody to say a little prayer or cross some threshold. We just want to move people closer than where they are, however closer looks. To me, it looks like a girl who went in 05 keeping up with a Namibian friend on Facebook. It looks like past team members going back again and again and inviting family and friends to go with them, some even giving up their personal vacation time to go visit our friends on their own. It looks like team members requesting to see certain people by name when we get there this summer. Success is ongoing relationships because that's what moves people closer, one conversation at a time.
So that excites me, to be a part of a church that not only talks about, but makes missions relational. We've come a long way in a few short years, but for us, I think it's all part of the conversation that's moving us closer.
I love that we say our missions trips are all about relationships, but then we actually make them about relationships. Our training sessions prepare people on how to build relationships, how to talk to people, what to expect in conversations. We consistently go back to the same place, working with the same people, continually building into those relationships summer after summer. We don't bring our own agenda, but get involved in things that our hosts are already doing. We listen to people's stories. We encourage people's dreams. We speak hope to people who have long since lost it. We break down generations of racial barriers. We pick up trash and show communities that they're worth a little dignity. We laugh with the unloved. We cry with the abused. We hold the abandoned. And that has made all the difference.
Success looks different for us too. People always ask us if anybody got "saved" or if what we're doing there is really making a difference. People want visible, observable results...but God doesn't always work that way. God's work in people's hearts is a lifelong process. Our goal isn't to get somebody to say a little prayer or cross some threshold. We just want to move people closer than where they are, however closer looks. To me, it looks like a girl who went in 05 keeping up with a Namibian friend on Facebook. It looks like past team members going back again and again and inviting family and friends to go with them, some even giving up their personal vacation time to go visit our friends on their own. It looks like team members requesting to see certain people by name when we get there this summer. Success is ongoing relationships because that's what moves people closer, one conversation at a time.
So that excites me, to be a part of a church that not only talks about, but makes missions relational. We've come a long way in a few short years, but for us, I think it's all part of the conversation that's moving us closer.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
There and back again
Well I'm back from Namibia, and gone and back from TLC and now getting ready to leave for Soulfest later this week. It's been pretty wild, all this traveling, but every time I seem to learn something new about myself or ministry or something else. The Education of Life, I think they call it. There's no way to explain or summarize everything I've been processing through so far this summer in one blog post so I'll hit some highlights and leave the rest for the ongoing conversations.
Probably the biggest thing I've been interacting with is the sovereignty of God. God sovereignly arranges the events of our lives to bring about His desired ends. This much I know in my mind and I've even begun to base my life on it, but as I continue this journey with God I continue to discover to an increasing fullness the true extent of His sovereignty. While the choices and decisions of the immediate moment seem to be mine, God has ordained them all. God put together our team, planning a unique experience and purpose for each person. God designed the relationships we would develop and the people with which each of us would enter into conversation. God foreknew the pain and emotion those relationships would cause, as well as the lessons that can only be learned on the other side of pain. God uniquely chose me and the 5 others in my Kombie to be in a death-defying car accident and walk away virtually unharmed. God ordained it all, before any of it came to be. Why? Well, that answer I will never know in it's entirety so long as I am still enslaved to time, but I can see some good. I can see a student experience for the first time the peace that God's in control. I can see another student share a testimony and interact with people she never would have met if she had stayed on her original team. I can see a hesitant introvert break down walls by risking to love and refuse to rebuild them after hurt and pain. I can't see it all, but I can see just enough to sustain me so that when I see absolutely no good, like sitting next to John Burke in hospice care thinking of his 16 year old daughter who just lost her brother to the same brain tumor, I can still trust that God knows what He's doing, that all this is for a reason, and that there's some good buried in all this pain.
A few people have expressed to me how much they enjoyed my final post on our Namibia 2006 Blogsite (Reflections). Apparently it's helped some people or maybe they just liked the style or something. Some even said I have a talent and should be a writer. I don't know about that, but I am glad it's helped some people. Ultimately I just chase down some thoughts running around in my head and scratch them down on paper. How God has it all worked out that the circumstances He uses to make me think certain things to make me write certain things to make somebody else find and read them and then use them in their heart, that's all a mystery to me. But then, who would want to follow a God they could fully understand and explain anyway.
Probably the biggest thing I've been interacting with is the sovereignty of God. God sovereignly arranges the events of our lives to bring about His desired ends. This much I know in my mind and I've even begun to base my life on it, but as I continue this journey with God I continue to discover to an increasing fullness the true extent of His sovereignty. While the choices and decisions of the immediate moment seem to be mine, God has ordained them all. God put together our team, planning a unique experience and purpose for each person. God designed the relationships we would develop and the people with which each of us would enter into conversation. God foreknew the pain and emotion those relationships would cause, as well as the lessons that can only be learned on the other side of pain. God uniquely chose me and the 5 others in my Kombie to be in a death-defying car accident and walk away virtually unharmed. God ordained it all, before any of it came to be. Why? Well, that answer I will never know in it's entirety so long as I am still enslaved to time, but I can see some good. I can see a student experience for the first time the peace that God's in control. I can see another student share a testimony and interact with people she never would have met if she had stayed on her original team. I can see a hesitant introvert break down walls by risking to love and refuse to rebuild them after hurt and pain. I can't see it all, but I can see just enough to sustain me so that when I see absolutely no good, like sitting next to John Burke in hospice care thinking of his 16 year old daughter who just lost her brother to the same brain tumor, I can still trust that God knows what He's doing, that all this is for a reason, and that there's some good buried in all this pain.
A few people have expressed to me how much they enjoyed my final post on our Namibia 2006 Blogsite (Reflections). Apparently it's helped some people or maybe they just liked the style or something. Some even said I have a talent and should be a writer. I don't know about that, but I am glad it's helped some people. Ultimately I just chase down some thoughts running around in my head and scratch them down on paper. How God has it all worked out that the circumstances He uses to make me think certain things to make me write certain things to make somebody else find and read them and then use them in their heart, that's all a mystery to me. But then, who would want to follow a God they could fully understand and explain anyway.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
It's Namibia time again
Well for the next two and a half weeks I will be living what many only dream (except for the 18 hour flights I suppose). There's just something about Africa that you can't get away from. They say the African sand mixes with your blood so you have to keep going back. For me, it's more like a calling home, a sense that this is how life should be lived without all the distractions and nothing more than the goal of loving on people. What seems so important to me today will fade to the back of my mind, waiting to be reawakened upon my return. Perhaps Africa is my calling, perhaps America is my calling. But one thing I know, wherever I am, to love is the greatest calling.
With that fine introduction, you can continue sharing in the journey by reading the stories, browsing the pictures, watching the videos, and more on our blogsite dedicated to the trip. Feel free to leave me comments there. I will get them eventually. Hope you enjoy the ride!
http://namibia2006.blogspot.com
With that fine introduction, you can continue sharing in the journey by reading the stories, browsing the pictures, watching the videos, and more on our blogsite dedicated to the trip. Feel free to leave me comments there. I will get them eventually. Hope you enjoy the ride!
Friday, September 02, 2005
The following is the summary letter about my trip to Namibia this summer that I wrote to my support partners. I thought I'd also share it here for anyone interested. If you'd like to see pics from the trip you can check out either Mike's Photo Gallery or G.O. Team Namibia 2005 Photo Gallery.
Dear Friends and Family,
Well the weather's starting to cool and the leaves are starting to turn and the summer life of this traveling vagabond is finally settling back into some semblance of routine. This finally gives me opportunity to try and put into words the incredible opportunities that God's allowed me to be involved with this summer, in large part due to your prayers and support.
I've been to Namibia four times now, but have never quite had the trouble trying to describe our trip as I now have. As many of you know, we partnered with Melissa Hoffman Dance Center to form this year's Global Outreach team to Namibia, that included 1 dance teacher, 14 dancers, 2 family relatives, and 12 Christ's Church members. The majority of the team from MHDC had very little experience with God or church, so I quickly found myself in a position of challenging many of their preconceived ideas about church, pastors, and God with simply the way I lived my life.
While our "mission" in Namibia was to bring hope and the message of abstinence to Namibian secondary school students, the majority of my ministry took place back at camp amongst our own team. Sitting around the campfire at night and long car rides to our next performances offered the perfect forum for open, honest conversation about how God desires relationship with people. They asked phenomenal questions like what is "born again", what does it mean to dance for God, and how come I've never heard this before. These were conversations we could've had here at home, but probably never would have. It wasn't until we had shared such intense experiences that these questions even came up.
Now we expected to have some of those conversations in Africa, but what we didn't expect was for them to follow us back here. Through team reunion socials, families visiting Christ's Church, and the ever popular instant messaging technology we've been able to continue those conversations that started around the campfire. God's story that was seeded in their hearts long ago and watered in the plains of Africa, will continue to grow up in them long after our influence has come and gone.
During a few afternoons, after our school performances in the mornings, we were able to go to Vyf Rand, the squatters' camp community where our missionary friends, Dieter and Joan Morsbach, minister regularly. We would drive into town and kids would chase our vans all the way to the soccer field where we would pile out into the crowds of their eager, young faces just to play and dance with them. It didn't take long before each team member had their own little attatchment. For me it was Jonas. And every time we would pile out of the vans he would find me and come running up to jump into my arms. It was these kids that we had grown to love that were the hardest to leave. And it strikes me that God went a lot farther than 25,000 miles over 5 flights to show me how much He loved me.
There are so many stories to tell that a letter like this cannot begin to explain. But my hope is that you are encouraged in God's relentless love for you, that He would go through such extravagant means to show you how much He loves you. Thank you for joining me in this adventure by your continued prayers and financial support. I'm excited to see how God will continue to use the experiences and relationships of our trip for His glory in each of our lives.
In His Grip...
Dear Friends and Family,
Well the weather's starting to cool and the leaves are starting to turn and the summer life of this traveling vagabond is finally settling back into some semblance of routine. This finally gives me opportunity to try and put into words the incredible opportunities that God's allowed me to be involved with this summer, in large part due to your prayers and support.
I've been to Namibia four times now, but have never quite had the trouble trying to describe our trip as I now have. As many of you know, we partnered with Melissa Hoffman Dance Center to form this year's Global Outreach team to Namibia, that included 1 dance teacher, 14 dancers, 2 family relatives, and 12 Christ's Church members. The majority of the team from MHDC had very little experience with God or church, so I quickly found myself in a position of challenging many of their preconceived ideas about church, pastors, and God with simply the way I lived my life.
While our "mission" in Namibia was to bring hope and the message of abstinence to Namibian secondary school students, the majority of my ministry took place back at camp amongst our own team. Sitting around the campfire at night and long car rides to our next performances offered the perfect forum for open, honest conversation about how God desires relationship with people. They asked phenomenal questions like what is "born again", what does it mean to dance for God, and how come I've never heard this before. These were conversations we could've had here at home, but probably never would have. It wasn't until we had shared such intense experiences that these questions even came up.
Now we expected to have some of those conversations in Africa, but what we didn't expect was for them to follow us back here. Through team reunion socials, families visiting Christ's Church, and the ever popular instant messaging technology we've been able to continue those conversations that started around the campfire. God's story that was seeded in their hearts long ago and watered in the plains of Africa, will continue to grow up in them long after our influence has come and gone.
During a few afternoons, after our school performances in the mornings, we were able to go to Vyf Rand, the squatters' camp community where our missionary friends, Dieter and Joan Morsbach, minister regularly. We would drive into town and kids would chase our vans all the way to the soccer field where we would pile out into the crowds of their eager, young faces just to play and dance with them. It didn't take long before each team member had their own little attatchment. For me it was Jonas. And every time we would pile out of the vans he would find me and come running up to jump into my arms. It was these kids that we had grown to love that were the hardest to leave. And it strikes me that God went a lot farther than 25,000 miles over 5 flights to show me how much He loved me.
There are so many stories to tell that a letter like this cannot begin to explain. But my hope is that you are encouraged in God's relentless love for you, that He would go through such extravagant means to show you how much He loves you. Thank you for joining me in this adventure by your continued prayers and financial support. I'm excited to see how God will continue to use the experiences and relationships of our trip for His glory in each of our lives.
In His Grip...
Monday, July 18, 2005
Mostly I like life to be predictable because then I know what I'm getting myself into, but it often seems that what impacts your life the most are those things that take you by surprise. Such was the case for me in Africa. For the last two weeks I've been in Namibia with a team of 15 dancers and 13 others. I expected to go into this trip and love on these dancers like I do all my youth group kids, get to know them and experience life together with them. What I didn't expect was to have their love in return. And I don't just mean knowing these kids like you loving them, I mean always there for you, open their hearts to you, care about what's important to you kind of love. That's what took me by surprise. It's hard to explain the true significance of receiving love from others. For the longest time that seemed like a prideful, selfishness, but now it seems more like the consummation of the lover, to be loved by the beloved.
I think that very much mirrors our relationship with God. I think a lot of things about guy-girl relationships mirror our relationship with God. I think that's why God gave them to us. But it seems like God is crying out to His beloved creation and waiting for our love in return. Like the infamous DTR, God has laid His feeling all out on the table and now longingly waits for us to say those simple words, "I love you too." Maybe that's what spirituality is all about, us coming to say more and more, "I love you." If you're interested in following up on this idea with me, check out Psalm 139 where David recognizes God declaring His undying love and then his response in the last two verses. Sounds very much like a prayer I once read in the back of a 4 Spiritual Laws tract. Could it be that coming to faith sounds a lot more like committing to a relationship?
As much as I always skip over it when people leave random lyrics (it always seems like half a song, the lyrics work together with the music to create a harmonic whole) I'm going to leave these incomplete lyrics for you to ponder. It has to do with how our relationship with God is a lot like a DTR. Then maybe someday you'll have to ask me to play it for you so you can get the whole experience. :)
I don't know if I can take what you want me to say
I don't know that I can live up to all my expectations
Here I'm paralyzed at the edge of all I've ever wanted
Putting up a fight against the fears of everything I've ever known
So I'm found in that place where I jump or come back down
And all I want to say is...
I love you even though I don't know how
May my silence speak in better words than any I have found
I need you to right the ship I think I missed what
You were trying to say
So I close my eyes and I think of life without you here
I deeply sigh and I wake up, I wanna wake up where you are
How can I say for sure you're the only one for me
When my wandering eyes and feet are my tendency
Yet Your love remains the same despite my constant harlotry
Will I let my fears decide the fate of all my dreams
So I'm found in that place where I jump or come back down
And all I want to say is...
I think that very much mirrors our relationship with God. I think a lot of things about guy-girl relationships mirror our relationship with God. I think that's why God gave them to us. But it seems like God is crying out to His beloved creation and waiting for our love in return. Like the infamous DTR, God has laid His feeling all out on the table and now longingly waits for us to say those simple words, "I love you too." Maybe that's what spirituality is all about, us coming to say more and more, "I love you." If you're interested in following up on this idea with me, check out Psalm 139 where David recognizes God declaring His undying love and then his response in the last two verses. Sounds very much like a prayer I once read in the back of a 4 Spiritual Laws tract. Could it be that coming to faith sounds a lot more like committing to a relationship?
As much as I always skip over it when people leave random lyrics (it always seems like half a song, the lyrics work together with the music to create a harmonic whole) I'm going to leave these incomplete lyrics for you to ponder. It has to do with how our relationship with God is a lot like a DTR. Then maybe someday you'll have to ask me to play it for you so you can get the whole experience. :)
I don't know if I can take what you want me to say
I don't know that I can live up to all my expectations
Here I'm paralyzed at the edge of all I've ever wanted
Putting up a fight against the fears of everything I've ever known
So I'm found in that place where I jump or come back down
And all I want to say is...
I love you even though I don't know how
May my silence speak in better words than any I have found
I need you to right the ship I think I missed what
You were trying to say
So I close my eyes and I think of life without you here
I deeply sigh and I wake up, I wanna wake up where you are
How can I say for sure you're the only one for me
When my wandering eyes and feet are my tendency
Yet Your love remains the same despite my constant harlotry
Will I let my fears decide the fate of all my dreams
So I'm found in that place where I jump or come back down
And all I want to say is...
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