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Beautiful

I've been singing it all day, so I figured I'd share.....

Beautiful

Todd Agnew

I am struggling to find a way to make myself attractive to You

Attractive to You

I am trying to be more deserving of the gift You gave to me

So free

CHORUS

It’s funny how all I can be

Is someone completely ugly

And yet when You look at me

You don’t see a wretch,

You see a reflection

Of something beautiful

I am searching for the water that can wash me clean enough

To earn Your love

I want to stop all the things that break Your heart

But come so natural to me, naturally

CHORUS

It’s funny how all I can be

Is someone completely ugly

And yet when You look at me

You don’t see a wretch,

You see a reflection

Of something beautiful

I can’t believe you could fall in love with me

CHORUS

What an incredible God!

My Wish

My Wish

Rascal Flatts

I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow

And each road leads you where you want to go,

If you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,

I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.

If one door opens to another door closed,

I hope you keep on walking till you find the window,

And if it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,

But more than anything, more than anything,

My wish, for you,
Is that this life becomes all that you want it to
Your dreams stay big,
Your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you,
And wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

I hope you never look back, but you never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
And always give more than you take.
But more than anything,
Yeah, more than anything,

My wish, for you,

Is that this life becomes all that you want it to,

Your dreams stay big,

Your worries stay small,

You never need to carry more than you can hold,

And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,

I hope you know somebody loves you,

And wants the same things too,

Yeah, this is my wish.

When I heard this Rascal Flatt's song today, I thought about a conversation I had with a student's dad while I was pregnant for Grant. He shared something about the love of parent that has stayed with me.

When they were expecting their first child, he so deeply loved his wife that he was concerned he would not have it in him to fully love another person. He felt like he had "reached his ceiling on love."

In a moment, that feeling changed. When he looked into his daughter's eyes, he realized that he didn't have to try to fit her into the love he had for his wife, but instead his capacity for love expanded. In his words, "the ceiling just got higher."

Over the past seven years, I've learned that not only did that "ceiling" rise when Grant first came into our lives, but it gets a little higher every day.

St. Patrick's Day

Even though I know there is no right or wrong way to blog, I'm a little nervous about getting started, but here goes.


Saint Patrick's Day. Every year at our house we eat corn beef and cabbage, every year we put on green, every year we remember Saint Patrick and celebrate the country that is part of my heritage.

Traditions.

Last night, while we were eating our traditional St. Patty's day dinner, I began reminiscing about my Grandma L. Since she died before I had Grant, the stories I told sparked Grant's inquisitiveness and the questions he asked, stirred the memories of her that I hold in my heart.

She was born in Ireland and came to America via Ellis Island with her mother and siblings when she was 12 years old. Her long fingernails were always painted red and I never remember seeing a chip. There was no-one faster at getting the right answers on Wheel of Fortune. She loved Murder She Wrote. Though, jewelry was not her thing, she wore her claddagh wedding ring until the day she died. She was funny in a dry, witty way. She loved her family, yet it was not always easy for her to express it with words. She liked to read mysteries. She told Reader' Digest jokes like they were her own original work. Corn beef and cabbage was her favorite meal.

Traditions are important, this year they brought my grandma's legacy to life.