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(merry christmas) i really do not miss missing you

Posted by jessica on Dec 1, 2010 with 7 Comments
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I was driving home tonight and this song dropped into my mind.

I wrote it down at the piano when I got home and then I went and recorded it.

Unfortunately, the piano is really quiet compared to my voice.

But, yeah. Here it is:

(merry christmas) I really do not miss missing you

christmas lights are shining
and I’m no longer pining for you
those jingle bells are ringing
and boy, I’m no longer singing for you

and I won’t even ask, cause I don’t even care anymore
if you miss me at all, if you regret when you slammed that door

so merry christmas, I really do not miss missing you
yes, it’s a merry christmas now that you’re no longer making me blue

all the family gathers
and it really don’t matter
that you don’t come near
cause I hear the church bells ring–
such a pretty, delicate thing
and it sounds a lot like freedom this year

and I won’t even wonder if you’re standing under
the same snowfall
cause I’ve let you go, and just like all the snow
you were never gonna stay for long…

so merry christmas, I really do not miss missing you
yes, it’s a merry christmas now that you’re no longer making me blue

boy sets fire.

Posted by jessica on Nov 28, 2010 with 15 Comments
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Tonight, I did this. I got to watch boy sets fire’s first show back. It has been a three year hiatus. And it was so good to see them on stage again. Of course my brother Josh was hilarious. And of course they sounded amazing.

One of the definite highlights was watching Michele Poplo, the administrative assistant at my church, surf the crowd. Not that the show needed any highlights, necessarily, but yep–that was quite a bonus.

And man, that’s a special band and their music is epic.

I was lucky to be in the crowd.

Not as lucky as Michele, who, at one point was on the crowd, but lucky, nonetheless.

if I were to teach yoga, I would definitely incorporate the hippo.

Posted by jessica on Jul 29, 2010 with 15 Comments
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For the past two weeks, my brother Jonathan has been running a children’s drama camp at our church. But please be specific about it. It’s a drama camp, not a theater camp. Not at all. Because when I asked my nephew Ollie how he was enjoying theater camp, he gave me a blank stare before [...]

en(courage).

Posted by jessica on Apr 15, 2010 with 12 Comments
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
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I love how encouragement has the word courage built right into it. And I know, it’s no accident. I don’t know if we realize how powerful our words are. I mean, how amazing that we can make someone’s life better by what we say. Just today, someone surprised me with a very kind message on [...]

someone tell me that I’m wrong

Posted by jessica on Feb 2, 2010 with 24 Comments
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I’m wearing terrible socks. I know most people come here to finally discover what kind of socks I am wearing, and I also know that I haven’t been as forthcoming with that information as you would have liked. But now you know. They’re terrible. The kind that slips under your heels if you even walk [...]

on wanting and doing and pretending not to know the difference

Posted by jessica on Jan 3, 2010 with 14 Comments
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When I was a teenager there was a boy for whom I was over the moon. I knew it. My friends knew it. My sister-in-law had already even named our first child, so I guess you could say my family knew it too. And though going to church was still about all the good things church [...]

even in the dark

Posted by jessica on Dec 31, 2009 with 8 Comments
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Tonight I waited till it was good and dark to quietly slip into my church in order to play and sing. Another time–another life, it sometimes feels–that would have scared me. Maybe enough to keep me from doing it. I mean, have you seen how those exit signs give off that eerie red glow in [...]