Rescue

Who oh Lord could save themselves?
Their own soul could heal?
Our shame was deeper than the sea,
Your grace was deeper still


You alone can rescue, You alone can save
You alone can lift us from the grave
You came down to find us, led us out of death
To You alone belongs the highest praise


You, oh Lord, have made a way
The great divide You heal
For when our hearts were far away
Your love went further still
Yes, Your Love goes further still


You alone can rescue, You alone can save 
You alone can lift us from the grave 
You came down to find us, led us out of death 
To You alone belongs the highest praise 
To You alone belongs the highest praise
To You alone belongs the highest praise


You alone

We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life 


You alone can rescue, You alone can save
You alone can lift us from the grave
You came down to find us, led us out of death
To You alone belongs the highest praise
To You alone belongs the highest praise
To You alone belongs the highest praise

To You alone

Authorship

I've always wonder if I should be a writer. I already write--of course I write, I'm an English major. But I wonder if I could identify myself, someday, not just as one who has to write, but one who always writes. A Writer.

The question is not if I could write. I already do. I already write fairly well. But should I go from doing the verb to being the noun? Should is the key word in that sentence.

Everyone always says you can do anything you want to do. Can is correct. But should you always do anything you want to do? Of course not.

I could write; yes. But should I?

Snuggle Day in Shades of Mauve

It was raining when I woke up. I put on a small bubblegum colored pendant, and put on my bright cotton candy boots to face the dripping from heaven.

I cried in Spanish class, in my bright pink boots. I think it's because I'm hormonal, but also because I felt dumb.

I laid in a tanning bed and fell asleep between minutes 18 and 9. It was cozy. (My back is somewhat toasted).

I snuggled up in a rosy fleece blanket with Sandra Cisneros and Rudolfo Anaya. And the Dunder Mifflin staff.

Luke calls me "darling" and turns my cheeks a pretty pink.

It's been quite a mauve sort of day.

Office Life

The Office is one of the most hilarious shows of all time. I wish I was brave enough to put someone's desk supplies in jello. Jim was my favorite through the first few seasons. Now he's getting boring.

The funny lines have gotten fewer, but watching old episodes help me still appreciate it.