I Will Be Here (poem)

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I wrote a song-poem once, for the man I loved and who later broke my heart.
I don’t love him any more, but this is still true. For someone. Someday. I’m so thankful that I haven’t lost my deep capacity for love as I thought I had after he left.
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February 4, 2015

I will be here
When the storm clouds gather and life is hard
I will be here
When the road is easy or the wind is cold
I won’t leave you
When other friends have come and gone
Forgotten your name and went on their way,
I will be here.
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I will go with you
Through the dirt and the mud of this life we are living
When others turn back ’cause they can’t bear the pain
Though you think you’re alone and the road is uncharted
Just look around, because I will be here.
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[refrain]
Look around, look behind
There are many who will leave you
They call themselves friend, but they just are not true
Look above, look ahead, and with God as my witness
There’s one who will be here forever for you.
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It’s easy to stay when the sun is bright shining
And laugh in the cool of a summer twilight
It’s easy to be there when music is merry
But few will remain in the dead of the night.
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[refrain]
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Many will leave you who said they’d be true,
Who talked of a friendship that never would end ,
But they felt the hot blast of the fire storm upon you
Fell away and then left you alone once again.
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[refrain]
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This life is so lonely sometimes that you wonder
If you fell off the earth, who’d come looking for you?
Who would call out your name if you fell by the wayside?
Who cares? Oh, dear brother! I promise I do.
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[refrain]
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I will be here
When all other friends have gone on their way
I will be true
When the gale blows hard and it’s painful to stay,
I won’t leave you
I will always be here.
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Others don’t see past your brave mode of action
That inside you’re lonesome and hurt and afraid
They don’t see through you to a heart that is hungry,
But I promise I’ll see it and whisper your name.
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[refrain]
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I will be on your side in the dark hour of danger
When night closes in and it gets hard to breathe
When friends are all lost and the closest a stranger
I’ll be there, I will stay, until you are free.
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[refrain]
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There is One far more true than all earthly companions,
Who promised to stay and to never forsake,
In His strength I will keep every promise I made you
But you know that His promises never can break.
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Look around, look behind
There are many who will leave you
They call themselves friend, but they just are not true,
Look above, look ahead, and with God as my witness,
There’s one who will be here forever for you.
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Look around, look behind
There is One who will not leave you,
He calls Himself Friend, and His word always true
Look above, look ahead, and with God as my witness,
I promise I’ll be here forever for you.
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Quick One-pot Really Truly Tomato Soup

Tomato SoupI made this last night, improvising between a handful of recipes I found online.

We’ve gotten tired of our old tomato soup recipe, so I’ve been on the lookout for a new one. Someone said at dinner: “This is good. It actually tastes like tomatoes, not like red water.”

Well, good. I’m sorry for all those past batches of soup you’ve had to endure.

(the main difference was that this recipe uses crushed tomatoes instead of equal parts tomato juice and broth)

I didn’t follow measurements or a recipe while I was making this, so I’m going to try to write it down the best I can.IMG_9580

One-pot Really Truly Tomato Soup

serves about 7

1 onion

8 ounces canned diced tomatoes (any kind of canned tomato works)

1 cup chicken broth

1/2 tsp dried basil

7 leaves fresh basil (optional)

1 tsp dried or fresh parsley

3-4 stalks of celery, chopped

Milk or cream, optional

Dice the onion. In your soup pot, sautee the onion until it’s translucent, stirring periodically.

add your remaining ingredients to the pot and simmer until warm. Puree in a blender (I used my immersion blender) and serve with milk or cream.

To make a meal of it, we like popcorn and sliced cheese and apples with the tomato soup.IMG_9573

Like this recipe? Check out some of the other allergy-free deliciousness I’ve posted!

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Gluten free banana bread

 

Cake1

Gluten, dairy, grain free chocolate cake

Lemon2

Paleo Lemon Bars

Allergy Free Oatmeal-carrot cookies (GF, EF, DF, SF)

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IMG_9608pinI made these for dessert last night and they went over really well. I adjusted the original recipe to fit our family’s particular dietary restrictions, and they turned out perfectly! It’s like carrot cake and oatmeal cookies all rolled into one.  Continue reading

Gluten free spritz sugar cookies

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sugar cookiesIMG_5670Growing up, I always loved those little spritz cookies that you punched out and sprinkled with colored sugar. When we went gluten free seven years ago, I missed them a lot.
But then I decided to make sugar-cookies from a new recipe I found from a 2010 Taste of Home magazine. I tweaked them a little and made them gluten-free, and upon tasting them I realized that they reminded me so much of the spritz I loved growing up! Light and buttery and melt-in your mouth; crisp and yet soft; crumbly and yet chewy. Continue reading

I must read this– and that– and this!

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The Half frame003binternet is a lot like impulse buying.

You find yourself inundated with articles you didn’t know you needed to read, things you didn’t know you needed to look at, videos you didn’t know you needed to watch, and arguments you didn’t know it was important to dedicate three hours responding to.

Sometimes you just need to let it all slide by and live life.
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No Rules, No Art

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Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.

G.Carl OstersetzerK. Chesterton wrote that, and he was right. If we don’t have a standard by which we measure what we see and create, we have no right to call a masterfully executed painting ‘art’ and that overflowing trash can ‘not art’. If there is no limitation, you cannot call one thing beautiful and another ugly. You have no point of reference for discerning between the good and the evil. I read this article a while back, and it really stuck with me. The author, Zach Franzen (himself an illustrator), talks about many artists in our modern day– who set themselves up as the standard for beauty, and expect their audience to bow to their definition. Why is that garbage can, littering the sidewalk with noxious refuse, art? Because I said so. Because I decide my own limits, or lack thereof.

“No limits!” sounds like a battle cry of freedom– when really it is a declaration of slavery. 

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