McAdoo!

So many of you already know that we got a cat!

His name is McAdoo, named after the famous professional basketball player Bob McAdoo who played for the Buffalo Braves (Nate got the important role of naming the cat). I am at work and don't have pictures on me (I promise I'll get some up soon) so I thought I would post two pictures that pretty much represent who Mr. McAdoo is in our lives!

are you walking the road?

I just read a post my sister Jessica wrote on her blog. She is currently living in Maleme Niami, Senegal, West Africa. Here's the link and enjoy the short story she's posted.

www.jscates.blogspot.com

it's harder than we think

understanding...accepting...living into...believing...feeling...this thing called grace or love or even the all encompassing God is harder to understand/accept/live into/believe/feel than we ever thought.

Maybe that's the point.

Here's a quote my friend Shelley sent me:

"...the thing that keeps me on my knees is the difference between Grace and Karma. At the center of all religions is the idea of Karma. You know, what you put out comes back to you: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, or in physics - in physical laws - every action is met by an equal or an opposite one. And yet, along comes this idea called Grace to upend all that.... Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news indeed, because I've done a lot of stupid stuff."

Obviously if you've read my previous posts I'm not an advocate for shoving things under the rug and not dealing with your emotions, but I believe such a statement is meant for the times that you've tried and tried and tried and just don't seem to get it...understand...believe...accept...

Maybe we're just not meant to.

rabbit rabbit

My friend Sarah and I were recently talking and the singer/song-writer Jewel came up in the conversation. I will soon be purchasing an album, but I encourage you to check out these lyrics or even check them out on youtube. I've only posted two, but check out some more and listen especially to the truth it speaks to each of us.

Hands lyrics

If I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands

I'm Sensitive lyrics

I was thinking that I might fly today Just to disprove all the things you say
It doesn't take a talent to be mean Your words can crush things that are unseen
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive And I'd like to stay that way.
You always tell me that is impossible To be respected and be a girl
Why's it gotta be so complicated? Why you gotta tell me if I'm hated?
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive And I'd like to stay that way.
I was thinking that it might do some good If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have taken place And we can give it to people who have some faith
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive And I'd like to stay that way.
I have this theory that if we're told we're bad Then that's the only idea we'll ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty Someday we will become what we see
'Cause anyone can start a conflict it's harder yet to disregard it
I'd rather see the world from another angle We are everyday angels
Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way