Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Wait and See by Brandon Heath

the theme song of my life:

I was born in Tennessee
Late July humidity
Doctor said I was lucky to be alive
I’ve been trouble since the day that I got here
Trouble till the day that I disappear
That’ll be the day that I finally get it right

There is hope for me yet
Because God won’t forget
All the plans he’s made for me
I have to wait and see
He’s not finished with me yet

I never really was that good in school
I talked too much, broke the rules
Teacher thought I was hopeless fool alright
I don’t know how but I made it through
It’s one of those things that you’ve gotta do
But I always had a knack for telling the truth

There is hope for me yet
Because God won’t forget
All the plans he’s made for me
I have to wait and see
He’s not finished with me yet

Still wondering why I’m here
Still wrestling with my fear
But oh, He’s up to something
And the farther on I go
I’ve seen enough to know
That I’m, not here for nothing
He’s up to something
So now’s my time to be a man
Follow my heart as far as I can
No telling where I’m ending up tonight
I never slow down or so it seems
But singing my heart it’s one of my dreams
All I gotta do is hold on tight

There is hope for me yet
Because God won’t forget
All the plans he’s made for me
I have to wait and see
He’s not finished with me yet

Thursday, September 24, 2009


i'm just a different kind of person. i'm not made like every one else.
i'll tell you i'm a city chick, but there's nothing i love more than sitting in a forest, listening to a waterfall.
i'd rather lay around my house in my best dress and go out in public in my most comfortable sweat pants.
i love shoes, but i hate wearing them.
i love the night because of its darkness, but i never sleep well at night.
i'll take candles and sunlight over electric lights any day, and a candle's not a candle without fire.
i'm all for eating healthfully and organically, as long as i can still have french fries & ketchup now and then.
i have a thing for coffee drinks, but i hate coffee, and i always prefer green tea.
i always feel fat while i'm working out, and skinny after i take a shower after working out.
home cooking is the best... except when it's not.
i enjoy music of ALL kinds... except for the music i don't enjoy.
i identify with modern, but love the classics too (in regards to everything).
i don't want a husband and i don't want kids, but i want to be married and have a family.
i hate being single, but i also hate commitment.
i want to get as far away as fast as possible, but i never, ever want to leave my family.
i hate it where i live, but i really can't imagine calling any other place home.
i sleep best during the day and do my deepest thinking when i'm tired.
i write songs, poems, and stories, and while i want to share them all with every one, i also know that by literary standards, they all suck.
i call myself an artist, but there's a lot of art that i either don't get, or just don't like or care about.
i have discovered that every place has good and bad things about it, now i'm just looking for the place whose good draws me in and whose bad i can ignore.
i don't want to go to college, but i refuse to let myself be uneducated.
there's nothing better than milk chocolate... unless you add caramel.
i am a true southern girl... who was made to live in the north.
i love exercising, but i hate working out.
i want to love and be loved, but i don't want to hurt or be hurt.
i'd rather stay up all night by myself than stay up all day with other people, but i miss my family when i do.

i'm just different from the world around me and the people i know. i'm not a conformist. some people say that's bad. i say that's just the way i was made, and i have no desire to change that.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


i lay here with my window open, listening to the sounds of the rain.
i stare out the windows and see the trees standing in their shower, being washed clean for a new day.
i feel the breeze as it flows through my room.
the car noises pass and fade, eventually leaving altogether.
but the rain stays.

the beautiful rain whose sounds lull me,
whose feel excites me,
whose smell fills me with hope,
whose sight sooths my soul.

the rain washes my spirit, preparing me for a new day.
it cools the air and brings with it excitement for the seasons to come.
the rain envelops everything it touches.

i only wish i could stand in the rain every day, letting it drench me until i am clean once more.