My tongue is in my hand…

Archive for August 2009

Damn it

Posted by: Becca on: August 27, 2009

There’s this saying that I’m not sure if it’s somehow Bibicial, or more a Christian myth, that the harder you press to God, the harder the devil presses after you…either way…Damn if my car is not f+#@*^.  I am so tired.
And all the other bills, the house, the complete lack of funding…the fear of the [...]

Have your way

Posted by: Becca on: August 21, 2009

As soon as I heard this song, the first lines, I felt that this was a prayer I’ve had as well. Bonus that her vocal delivery is beautiful, throaty, soulful.
Have Your Way Lyrics by Britt Nicole
Feels like I’ve been here forever,
Why can’t you just intervene?
Do you see the tears keep falling?
And I’m falling apart at [...]

Posted by: Becca on: August 19, 2009

Sometimes I just get so upset that I can’t write music. I can sing music, I can read music, I can love music, I can write poetry, I can even, roughly, play music. But I can’t make music like I make poetry. Poetry feels so pointless sometimes. No one really cares about poetry. You can’t [...]

Thank God my Daddy is a Feminist

Posted by: Becca on: August 6, 2009

Feminism is…?
Rebecca West: I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat, or a prostitute.
[Feminism is] a socialist, anti-family, political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice [...]

…The soapbox is back.

Posted by: Becca on: August 6, 2009

There has always been this one passage in the Bible that I just can not be okay with. More than that, something within me rages at the words in defiance every single time I hear them. Nothing fills me with righteous indignation more.
So, here we go: “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto [...]

Sermon Notes. Grass Roots Church. 8/2/09.

Posted by: Becca on: August 3, 2009

This is what I wrote down, word for word, during a sermon. That’s why it may or may not make sense. I just wanted it recorded, mainly for myself, (but also for anyone who likes to read my streams of consciousness…:) there’s some things I want to revisit.

Magnification, magnificence.
Clear eyes:
all the colors
and
movements
of light.

Vessel. Love Life, [...]