Bigger than you
And you are not me.
..But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try?
That was just a dream
Just a dream, just a dream
When the day is long,
and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord,
Count your blessings.
The papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh, not one more.
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
I've got R.E.M. running through my head this morning for some reason so I looked them up and smashed some songs together. I never really realized how sad and depressing a lot of their songs are. [Thoughtful pause] Still cool though~very cool indeed. And apparently they knew what was really going on-a bunch of sad stuff you just can't do much about.
Well, it's the end of the world (and R.E.M.) as we know it. But I feel fine. (fine, fine)
Okay, I can't stop. Since my brain IS 80% song lyrics, I guess this is to be expected.
I just can't get out of my head how rough times have gotten for most of my loved ones lately. Where are all the lighthearted sitcom circumstances? All the shiny happy people laughing? It's hard to find it amid the job loss, money lacking, sickness and death we've been seeing around here lately. If there's comedy, it tends to be dark or short lived.
This is not the kind of change we were hoping for! (Oops, that was campaign slogan banter, sorry.)
Back to the jumble in my head. I'm starting to wonder if the Lord is allowing more people to pass away so fewer are here to worry as even harder times come. Or is the crowd only thinning lately from my perspective? My aging self.
This weekend as we watched a dear cousin suffer a fatal heart attack during our yearly Red Rock Canyon reunion, I found myself thinking "And now, of course, THIS is happening." I didn't feel surprise-just more sadness. More grief for those suffering.
Why does praying not seem like quite enough?
If I thought latch hooking a rug would help in these times of grief, by gum I'd be turning out tacky mats by the dozen! I just don't seem to know what to do with myself to aid in this pain. I guess I'll just have to keep praying and work on being a blessing to others rather than a burden(says the dramatic high maintenance diabetic.)
Consider this, consider this:
Everyone around, love them, love them.
Where tomorrow shines, gold and silver shine.
Throw your love around.
And on that note:
This one goes out to the one(s) I love.
(My apologies to R.E.M. for what just happened.)