Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Elementary School Lunches

My coworker just heated up her Jenny Craig lunch. It's pizza. Fake cheese, fake meat, funny looking crust... but it smells just like school pizza lunch from grade school.

Remember that? Friday's were normally pizza day and my mom usually made our lunches, but sometimes on Friday we could get school lunch. The whole cafeteria was permeated with the slightly almost Italian smell of the sauce and I'm sure it didn't even really taste good (even though I remember it being delicious!).

But when my coworker brings in the occasional Jenny Craig pizza...... *sigh*

Best Smell Ever.

Monday, April 9, 2012

O How He Loves Us

There's a song sung by David Crowder Band called How He Loves. I think it's the theme of my (our?) Easter weekend. I spent a lot of it with a combination of a group of people at multiple services. From my church's Good Friday Tenebrae service to the 2 Easter services I went to...How beautiful a story of Redemption, of Grace, of The Gospel. Tears flowed freely this weekend and I'm still processing... But I knew I wanted to and needed to and had to share this song with you. I find myself listening to it on repeat today. I admit, I've had the album of this song and heard it for the first time months ago. This weekend it means so, so much more...


He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.

We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a unforseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way...

He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.

Whoa! how He loves us.
Whoa! how He loves us.
Whoa! how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.