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From one of my very favorite bands…Third Day

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I LOVED this movie! Back in October I blogged about it and I never posted the follow up piece after my son Max and I went to see it together. We both loved it. I have to say it’s one of my top 5 movies of 2007. I liked the actors and the storyline, but I LOVED the music. Heather gave me the soundtrack for Christmas and it is still the most listened to CD at our house. The genius behind the guitar playing? An AMAZING woman! Here she is, Kaki King Playing with Pink Noise:

Why did I connect with this movie so much? All my life I’ve been getting into trouble for tapping my fingers, pencils, whatever on the desk, table, you name it. I don’t think Benny likes holding my hand because I can’t hold my fingers still for very long. I don’t think it’s OCD. 🙂 He has perfected “the look” to let me know my fidgeting is bugging him.  I practice piano scales, tap out random rhythms, and practice typing – o.k., that last one isn’t exactly musical unless you’re a writer. The clicking of the keyboard is musical in it’s own way. I hear music everywhere. When I saw the preview for this movie and saw how the boy was feeling the rhythm of the world around him, I could totally relate. Someone was finally able to show on film what I’d felt and been unable to express clearly. Music is my language. I was hooked.

The movie is a feel good story about holding out hope, pressing on against all odds, reaching for your dreams, and believing in love. My heart went out to Evan (later named August Rush) as he was targeted for bullying by some of the older boys at the Boy’s home he was living in. That really bothered my tenderhearted son as well. There were two scenes like this in the movie that Max was uncomfortable with, otherwise he really liked the movie. We were able to have some really good discussion regarding how people should be treated. Like me, my son lives musically. Within minutes of arriving home, he was strumming away on his guitar and putting on a mini concert for his siblings, copying some of the slap style playing from the movie. He’s a creative kid that moves through life adding music and color from his own bold palette. You’ll know what I mean in my next post. 🙂

If you have not seen this movie yet, go rent it this weekend. It suspends reality a bit, but it’s so sweet and I love the positive attitude this kid has. We could all use an attitude like that, right?

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I’m so thankful for all who have emailed me and left comments here about Pete’s healing. It continues to amaze me how God uses these things to point to His glory. I’ve had many challenging and uplifting discussions this week with friends who are struggling to understand the details of last week and what it all means. The awakening of desires for more of God is exhilarating and yet can be a scary thing and let me tell you, it’s been stretching me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. I am God’s woman and the whispers He has been sending my heart only strengthen me and give me courage to be bold for Him. Miracles are only miracles to us. To God it’s everyday stuff. I think He is waiting to reveal himself to believers who are willing to believe – even when it’s hard and it costs us something in return. Friends and family may think we’re crazy or exaggerating, but I want Him more than I want approval from men. There’s a deep longing in me to be used by God in mighty and powerful ways. I’m willing and waiting. And I’m listening.

Nichole Nordeman is one of the many people who inspire me. God has used her on many occasions to speak truth and healing into me through her music. She has a gift, and she IS a gift. Here are two of the songs that keep playing over and over again in my head. I’ve also included a link to her new video for the song Finally Free.

Help Me Believe

Take me back to the time
When I was maybe eight or nine
And I believed
When Jesus walked on waters blue
And if He helped me, I could too
If I believed

Before rationale, analysis and systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity
When wonders and when mysteries
Were far less often silly dreams
And childhood fantasies

Help me believe
‘Cause I don’t want to miss any miracles
Maybe I’d see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I’m in
To touch an angel’s wing
And I would be free
Help me believe

When mustard seeds made mountains move
A burning bush that spoke for You was good enough
When manna fell from heavens high
Just because You told the sky to open up

Am I too wise to recognize that everything uncertain
Is certainly a possibility?
When logic fails my reasoning
And science crushes underneath
The weight of all that is unseen


When someone Else’s education
Plays upon my reservations
I’m the first to cave, I’m the first to bleed

If I abandon all that seeks
To make my faith informed and chic
Could You, would You show Yourself to me?

(Help me believe ’cause I don’t want to miss any miracles)
Maybe I’d see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I’m in
To touch one of their wings
And I would be free
I would be free
I would be free
Help me believe
help me believe
Could You, would You show Yourself to me?
Could You, would You show Yourself to me?
Help me believe.




Fool For You

There are times when faith and common sense do not align.
When hard core evidence of you is hard to find.
I am silenced in the face of argumentative debate and
It’s a long hill, it’s a lonely climb

Cause they want proof
They want proof of all these mysteries I claim
Cause only fools would want to shout a dead man’s name.
Maybe it’s true, yeah, but

I’ll be a fool for you
Oh, because you asked me to
A simpleton whose seemingly naive, I do believe
You came and made yourself a fool for me.

I admit that in my darkest hour I’ve asked “What if?”
What if we created some kind of mimic thing like this
Out of good intentions or emotional inventions
But after life is through, there would be no you

Cause they want proof
They want proof of all these miracles I claim
Cause only fools believe that men can walk on waves
Maybe it’s true, yeah, but


Unaware of popularity
Unconcerned with dignity, you made me free
That’s proof enough for me

I’ll be a fool for you
Oh, because you asked me to
A simpleton who’s seemingly naive, I do believe

I will speak Jesus’ name
If that makes me crazy, they can call me crazed
I’m happy to be seemingly naive
I do believe you came and made yourself a fool for me.


Here’s the link to the Finally Free video:


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