This month of April marks a significant part of my life. The first week was a blissful adventure through the Dominican Republic. That is over now. These next two weeks are filled to burst with practices and performances of the school play- over 30 High Schoolers prancing around the stage, singing and spouting lines we've been rehearsing for months. The following week there is a little function I like to call Prom, and then April is over.
May?
Well there is the AP English Test, our senior trip (Okay- our senior class in Puerto Rico? Locoooo), exam week, then- Graduation.
Now, fill in the empty spaces with Birthday parties, tea parties, grad parties, movie marathons,... and just being together for these last few weeks of our time here in Bradenton.
Wait- Graduation.
At one point in the ceremony, the Senior Class is able to perform a song. Usually, one or two seniors- most often girls- sing a pretty/emotional song to end the year well. And we find ourselves now at the time where we must choose this song.
Lauren Alkire and I have written a song for this occasion, one that the whole class- should they choose- can be a part of.
Jessy Cespedes has a gorgeous tearjerker she wants to sing, where maybe three others can get involved as well.
Ashley and Cody have also suggested a song: "I'm not gonna cry" which will, true to graduation nature, make everyone cry.
Its funny how, we are almost looking for a song that will ensure tears. That perfect something that is a sweet mix of happy/sad- Oh Lord my child is leaving me! Mom and dad I'm chasing my dreams.... and so on. How can a whole lifetime be put into one song? Years of trials, joys, lessons, sorrow- and all the crazy emotions that come along with taking this next step in out lives- all be found in one song, that everyone likes, that everyone can get involved in.
Its like we want to cry- we know full well that we will, and we're trying to find the best song to make that happen.
Weird humans.
My class, we like to have fun. "We wanna rock" so immediately, we wanted to have some Thunderstruck going on in there, instead of the same old same old 'Pomp and Circumstance' song. But of course, this ceremony must be classy, sophisticated, and more or less sans screaming guitars.
I don't know that I have a point here- I more reflecting on this process. Planning graduation. Finding the best pictures for the slide show, the best teacher to speak- the best student to speak, the best song to leave behind.
To leave behind.
To leave behind.
To leave behind.........
Friday, April 11, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Not much to it
"We dance around a ring and suppose, But the secret sits in the middle and knows."
~Robert Frost
Now ain't that just like life?
~Robert Frost
Now ain't that just like life?
Monday, April 7, 2008
Day One
Sometimes I gotta wonder how I can get so supremely confused by God. And I don't know where to run and bear my soul- cause most issues I face involve the people I know- big shocker there eh? And I don't know where to post them cause I'm afraid of who might see, yet I need to write it out. I don't want them to know whats going on- not because I'm ashamed or don't trust them, but I want this to be mine- and I don't want any emotions to get involved from others. Why not in a journal?
Thing is, the only people who would read this would read the other sites as well.
So who then am I hiding from?
So why wont I let him?
Laziness?.. I've been meaning to start a blog?
Or is it this insatiable desire to have someone read, who can give me straight, unbiased advice that I want to hear.
Or even answers...
Thing is, the only people who would read this would read the other sites as well.
So who then am I hiding from?
GOD
But I know
that it is God's place
He is the one I must run to bear my soul
and yet
If there was one issue I have-One area I wont let God in
It is as a comforter.
In my heart, I know it will be okay, But who can calm my troubled soul?
God alone
So why wont I let him?
Oh for wings! That I could just fly away from this earthly realm- and glide forever on the wind of your promises My Lord, My God!
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