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Thursday, August 23, 2007

Homecoming

I know it's hard to see me darling
Let your eyes adjust
If you go blind just trust
You are made out of my dust

These are the lyrics I heard that made me drop the eyeliner in the sink yesterday. I was getting all dolled up to go the airport to pick up Nick (!), listening to Page France. And I have heard this song hundreds of times and thought I had listened to the lyrics, but no. I always thought it was a song between a boy and girl, him reassuring her that they will always be together—and then I heard the above lyrics and knew that it was meant to be Jesus speaking. (The tears that welled up ruined the makeup job I had been working on, but eh.) So then I put it on repeat for an hour and absorbed the lyrics. (They are printed below if you are so inclined.)

So, after a loooooooooong two weeks, Nick is home! WOOHOO! Yesterday was great, we just spent the day catching up, unpacking, etc. We went to North Market for dinner (yum) and then to the Ohio Theater for a showing of Sunset Boulevard, which I actually really liked. Poor Nick, jet-lagged and exhausted, couldn’t sit through the whole thing so we ended up leaving early. Still fun, though.

Check out some of the photos Nick took in Brazil at www.flickr.com/photos/shutterthink or just click on the link at the right side of the page. He had a blast and, quite frankly, came back a different person. I don’t really know how to describe it…his heart is so soft now. Even his voice has changed, at least to my ears. I felt so delighted in yesterday I sort of didn’t feel like I had room enough for it. Nick prayed, “Lord make her heart big enough for the joy You’ve put in mine.”

I guess that’s enough for now. I think I will try to put up photos of the apartment tomorrow.


‘Dogs’ by Page France
I heard it's getting windy so I'll sit and watch you blow
I will chain you to my boat
I will carry you back home
And I won't say I love you cause it's all been said before
Let's not say it anymore
'cause love nothing here's for sure
They treat us like dogs
So we play along
We bark and we moan
And play them more songs
But when we blow away
And get out of this place
We go down like a shower
And up like a prince
I heard it's getting windy and we'll all be blown away
Did you tell me you're afraid?
Darling, you look so afraid
And I'm not sure what happens when everything here ends
But I hope it's like they said
And I hope it never ends
They treat us like gold
Dug up to be sold
We shine and we shake
Assuming our roles
But when we blow away
Up over this place
We go down like a shout
And up like a praise
I know it's hard to see me darling
Let your eyes adjust
If you go blind just trust
You are made out of my dust
I was made out of your dust
And the wind will carry us
In the ocean's evening dust
Up above the mountaintops
He/You will have the both of us
He Will have the both of us
He/You will have the both of us

1 comment:

saylor days said...

aw i got goosebumps. the song, nick being home all with his soft heart. sigh.
ya colin leaves tomorrow so let's get together and... sit and blog.