Happy to Be So
01/19/2006
“If I try to pray, it's like a game of red rover.
I take a real good run at it, but I can't break through.” ~ Linford Detweiler
I’m always amazed how a song I have been listening to for years can one day hit me in the gut and the next day, pass by unnoticed.
“Happy To Be So” by Over the Rhine is one of those songs.
I woke this morning with another song from the same release playing clearly in my head which is the reason I grabbed Good Dog Bad Dog off of the shelf on my way out to today’s activities. While listening, “Happy to Be So” came on and has been on constant repeat throughout the day. The dam that sits behind my eyes is growing weaker and weaker under the stress of holding back many tears. My eyes hurt from being forced into battle – goodness, I must pull it together for the people I am with will in NO way understand what’s going on inside of me & I fear I do not have words enough to explain it to them.
As much as I ache with the desire to feel something, most times I want just as much to feel nothing at all. As mush as I hope to be touched deeply, I also wish for the feeling to hide in a cave somewhere– unseen – untouched…at least until I can get behind the doors of my safety to allow the dam to break and let the feelings flow.
Peace,
zss
© 2006 Wrosesongs
All Rights Reserved
“If I try to pray, it's like a game of red rover.
I take a real good run at it, but I can't break through.” ~ Linford Detweiler
I’m always amazed how a song I have been listening to for years can one day hit me in the gut and the next day, pass by unnoticed.
“Happy To Be So” by Over the Rhine is one of those songs.
I woke this morning with another song from the same release playing clearly in my head which is the reason I grabbed Good Dog Bad Dog off of the shelf on my way out to today’s activities. While listening, “Happy to Be So” came on and has been on constant repeat throughout the day. The dam that sits behind my eyes is growing weaker and weaker under the stress of holding back many tears. My eyes hurt from being forced into battle – goodness, I must pull it together for the people I am with will in NO way understand what’s going on inside of me & I fear I do not have words enough to explain it to them.
As much as I ache with the desire to feel something, most times I want just as much to feel nothing at all. As mush as I hope to be touched deeply, I also wish for the feeling to hide in a cave somewhere– unseen – untouched…at least until I can get behind the doors of my safety to allow the dam to break and let the feelings flow.
Peace,
zss
© 2006 Wrosesongs
All Rights Reserved
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