Abandon

"I'm like Thomas doubting
fingers routing the scars in Your wrists and side
touching flesh will make my mind believe
I want to be like David
throwing clothes to the wind
to dance a jig in my skin
and be remade by Your cleansing again
I give you myself
it's all that I have
broken and frail
I'm clay in Your hands
and I'm spinning unconcealed
dizzy on this wheel
for You, my love" -Sixpence None the Richer, Dizzy

My mom and dad have been here visiting - I just took dad back to the airport this morning, but mom is with us until next Tuesday. This is both blessing and curse; I love having them here, but Asher gets lots of attention from his grandparents. When they leave we have to go through a detox where he gets used to reasonable amounts of attention again, instead of 24/7 all the time happy fun whatever you want.

Dad and I talked a lot on the way to PIT (his flight was at 7:10 AM) so I've been extra introspective today. I'm hoping to get some time this week to process some of the stuff we talked about, and maybe I'll have something fun to say later on.

Go buy Divine Discontent if you don't own it already. Also, if anybody wants to make some music suggestions, I'm all ears. I'm noticing that most of the music I quote on this blog is 7-15 years old, so pony up, people!