Teen For God

I spied this on HazelKate's yahoo 360 page.  She's a friend of mine there, you should check her out. She's very wise.  I couldn't resist cross-posting it, there's too much in this song that speaks for me, and a hundred of you others out there who have ventured down the Bible path. I've included the link HazelKate supplied although I haven't gone to it yet. (I'm at work)  I'm assuming it's the song set to music, and perhaps even Dar Williams singing it.  

Teen For God (by Dar Williams)

The sun burns down
Leaving God's bright stamp
On Peach Branch Horse and Bible Camp
Where we're splashing in the water
Joined in song
Swimming with the Spirit the whole day long
I'm a teen for God

God is watching - teen for God
God is watching - teen for God

The girls have looks and the girls have rules
They came here from their Bible schools
They can make you pay attention
To the way you dress and eat
Make you trip over your own two feet and they
Kneel down on their towels at night
Their nightgowns glow with a Holy light
And we pray for the sinners
And their drunken car wrecks
And vow that I'll never get high
And have sex
I'm a teen for God

God is watching - teen for God
God is watching - teen for God

And God made every leaf on every tree
Each grain of sand
God has a plan
For what we're meant to be
I gotta wait for God

Dear Lord
I plan each day
The things I will not do or say
But I'm driven by a passion
Is it only there to tame?
It fills my heart and it calls my name and
This world that you made for us
I know, I know, is dangerous
So I ride a lot of horses
And I never even swear
Sorta like praying I'm just not there

Oh God

God is watching - oh God
God is watching

But God made love
God made the rivers run
And cowboy boots and bathing suits
And the boy's skin
Dries
In the sun...
You gotta help me, God

Help me know, four years from now
I won't believe in you anyhow
And I'll mope around the campus
And I'll feel betrayed
All those guilty summers I stayed
But then I'll laugh
That I fell for the lure
Of the pain of desire to feel so pure
And I'll bear all the burdens
Of my little daily crimes
Wish I had a God for such cynical times
Far from today

But for now I'm a sacred vessel
Rip me open - I spread your word
Like a milkweed pod
I'm a radio station -
Your Holy transmission
Even more, like a lightning rod

I'm a lightning rod - a teen for God

God is watching - teen for God
God is watching... a teen for God

http://www.darwilliams.net/music.html#download

A Moving Experience

From the writing prompt "When I Moved" offered by popfiend on this fine Monday morning. 

Moving

 

I've had a lot of bad moving experiences.  I've had a three-foot upright jewelry box filled with every bit of jewelry I had accumulated in my 36 years fall off the back of my father's pickup truck - never to be seen again.  No matter how many times we drove the route he took, neither hide nor hair nor sliver of wood was ever spotted.  $4000 worth of jewelry. GONE.  No renters insurance, and no his auto insurance doesn't cover that sort of thing.

 

I've paid the deposit on an apartment (TWICE!) and then not moved in because my mother refused to let me - YES I was an adult, why do you ask? Refund on my deposit? Why, no.

 

I've lost a home to bankruptcy and had to move BACK into my mother's house, for what was then known as the "umpteenth time". It wasn't the last. 

 

I've moved to another state and lived there for three months while realizing that I couldn't find a place to live because I couldn't afford to live there on the salary my new employer was paying, and thus moved back. On the way back home during that move, my sister's car broke down. This was before the advent of cell phones, and I didn't notice that she was no longer behind me. She ended up stranded five hours away in Maryland. With my stuff.

 

My cousin's husband dropped my dresser on his toe while helping me move once. His toe was broken. I've never asked him again. 

 

The last place that I moved OUT of was run by a housing authority that treated me like shit.  I left raw ground pork in all the air conditioning vents and inside the HVAC unit. What me? Witch? Well, maybe.

 

I have so much stuff in storage at my mother's house that I sometimes have nightmares about moving into smaller and smaller spaces until I have no room for anything but a towel and a pillow.

 

I've moved so many times that I’ve run out of people to ask for help.  If I move again, I'll have to hire movers.

 

Did I mention I desperately want to move away from where I live now?  I did? Oh. Ok.

Monday

I'm home, and chuzzling my brain back to its normal state. It de-mush-ifys my thought process.  

I miss Brent, but it's nice to have first dibs on the computer. 

I need to get started picking up the crap everywhere so I can move on to other cleaning duties tomorrow. 

I love Star Trek Enterprise. 
Have I mentioned how much I love it? 
Cause I do. 
Scott Bakula and Connor Trineer are uberhawt. 

I took half a Lortab because there was only one piece of my body that didn't hurt, and that was my right elbow. 

I have the nastiest lumps in the back of my neck. 
I fucking hate them. 
I wish they'd go away. 

I need to see a dentist. 
I've needed to see one for ages, but I can't afford it, even with insurance. 
Mostly because I need too much work done, and my insurance won't cover anything but cleaning. 
I'm such a Virgo in that respect. If I can't have it ALL, I don't want ANY of it. 
So I suffer. 

This is foolish.