Incline

Playing around the city

The 'Burgh

We have been enjoying our time in our new home. It has been a bit crazy and the kids (especially Zeke) are still adjusting. I miss the community of central OH, but I am grateful that we are continually running into folks we know in the 'burgh. We have had many visitors already and look forward to whoever else may stop by.

Also, a note of one of the many crazy moments as parents: Good surprise-your child peeing in the potty in the bathroom. Bad surprise-your child peeing on the floor next to the potty and then the parent stepping in it. You get the idea:)

Here are some pics:

The Sound

I just saw this music video, by Switchfoot, inspired by a Jubilee speaker from this past year, John Perkins.

Wow! Check it out...



Here are the lyrics:


The Static comes in slow
You can feel it grow
Our stream of conscience flows
Under the streets below

Ooooh

Ooooh

The rivers made of sound
Still running underground
Runs like a silent flood
We run as thick as blood

Ooooh

Ooooh

Can you hear it rise
Up from the ground
Can’t drown it out
Can you hear it now

This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound of the discontented mouths
Of a haunted nation
We are the voice of breaking down

Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound
By our own collision
We are the voice of breaking down

The static comes alive
Beneath the broken skies
John Perkins said it right
Love is the final fight

Let it rise above
Rise above
There is no song
Louder than love

This is the sound of a heartbeat
this is the sound of the discontented mouths
of a haunted nation
we are the voice of breaking down

Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound
by our own collision
we are the voice of breaking down

Down

Down

Down

Can you hear it rise
Up from the ground
Can't drown it out
Can you hear it now

This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound of the discontented mouths
Of a haunted nation, we are the voice of breaking down

Can you hear me
This is the sound of the desperation bound
by our collision, we are the voice of breaking down

This is the sound
This is the sound

Comfort

Jeff left this morning on a backpacking trip for a few days. After we said our goodbyes and the door closed Zeke threw himself onto the floor in tears. As he was throwing his 2 year old fit Ana quietly laid down beside him lifted his chin, so he was looking at her, and said, "Just remember Zeke. I love you." Now they are playing together. I love my kids!