If you like to talk to tomatoes if a squash can make you smile if you like to waltz with potatoes up and down the produce isle....Have I got a blog for you...
Today I went to the outdoor market with Marni...As we shopped around we found some great vegetables and fruits...Unfortunately as we were waiting for some change from the vender a pigeon pooped on us! It was disgusting! And here I thought I could leave the country without a foul pigeon incident...

Drenched in sorrows deeper than my heart can feel
For my soul is hurting beyond all that is real

Weak from affliction, pain and distress
Falling to the ground collapsing for rest

Eyes flooded with tears mixed with anger, frustration and shame
Pleading intensely that the Lord would remain

Come, Comfort, bring peace and rest is my plea
Cover all that I am in the shadow of thee



Suffocating darkness in the heat of the night, wrestling dominating fears,
Silence, no sign of God, trembling from the depth of tears, come Lord please be near!

Desperation, dampness succumb my face, hair and hands
If only God would meet me, I know he understands

Restless soul within me, weary, solemn, bleak
Exposed, bleeding, weeping, absent of peace

Tired stillness sweeps my body as emotions cease
My body in a heap on my bed now...Just waiting for sleep



As the night gives way to light, my soul continues to sing:
Come, comfort, bring water to this thirsty soul
Come, find me, being water to make me whole
Come, my king, my father above
Come bring rest and your unending love

Tormented in anguish
Locked away in silence
Wanting to scream
Is there a way out?

Sorrows mount
Tear flooded eyes
Shadows like blankets
Cover Her Face

How can the KING
Possible love her
With a heart so divided
Drenched with sin?

Dust and ashes mask her skin
Repent oh my soul within,
Though you are broken,
Laden with grief’s of your past

Repent and Live
Listen to the KING
As HE lifts your head up
To restore and wipe away tears

My beloved, you are mine
I love you, I am satisfied with you

I delight over you my daughter
Be still and hear my song for you, my precious one,

Though the pain you faced was real
And the grief you bear still very near your heart

Live not in sin using those sufferings as an excuse
Allow me to bring healing to your bleeding heart

I will be your source of strength, your voice, your defense
Continue to dwell in my presence and live life for ME

Sit at MY feet, look into my eyes and see the joy I have in you
Go out in My peace, render all things unto ME.

Popcorn...
After much deliberation and thought the jury has come in with the verdict....Michelle is sentenced to life without hope of being able to pop popcorn in a pot on the stove! She will follow her father's footsteps and forever burn popcorn...
My head hung in shame as they read the verdict...Why? How can it be? Yet the evidence is there a yellow pot, blackened from the burning inferno of pop corn kernels...For ever I will be tainted by my attempt at making delicious caramel corn...for ever will I be scorned...Whoa is me...the grief on my face is only relieved from the laughter of the others who have been intoxicated with smoke...still the sorrow in my heart lingers as the reality sets in I have failed to make popcorn...

Oh Lord would you place in our hearts a desire to know, follow, seek and long after you alone as we bow at your throne in reverence, awe and humility. To the King who is worthy of all praise create in us:

P erseverance
A ssurance
S erenity
S trength
I nitiative
O bedience
N ever ending devotion

Vacation
Over the last few days I went on vacation with Taylor and John. We travled up the coast of Croatia, stoping in Labin, Pula, Rovin and then driving through Buje, Porec and other smaller cities. We saw a cave (my favorite part by far), visited some vinyards, found some beautiful places near the water to sit and think...Here are some of my favorite pictures I hope you like them too.