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anyway

lately i've had to have music on all day every day at the house.
it's the only way i stay sane with the non-napping two year old
[who reaaaalllly still needs her nap, she turns into an alter-ego without it]
and a constantly crying 7-week old. if i stay in my head, i will most certainly go insane.
it happened last week. so now i play music and it keeps me focussed. on Him. on Peace.

so anyway, you know when you're listening to iTunes and an "oldie-but-goodie" song comes on
and totally brings you back? well that happened with me the other day.

and this time the words popped right out to me as they never had before.
i don't think i fully grasped this Truth back when i first heard this song in my teenage years,
but i'm acutely aware of it now in my adulthood.

nichole nordeman's "anyway"
[video isn't special, but just listen to the words]




Bless the day
This restoration is complete
Dirty dusty something must be underneath
So I scrape and I scuff
Though it's never quite enough
I'm starting to see me finally

A gallery of paintings new and paintings old
I guess it's no surprise that I'm no Michaelangelo
Every layer of mine hides a lovely design
It might take a little patience
It might take a little time

But you called me beautiful
When you saw my shame
And you placed me on the wall
Anyway

You who have begun this work will someday see
A portrait of the holiness you meant for me
So I polish and shine
til it's easier to find even an outline of mine

But you called me beautiful
When you saw my shame
And you placed me on the wall
Anyway
Anyway
And you placed me on the wall
Anyway 





and yes, this is my third post today :)

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