tangled up in blue

thanks and stuff

the Thanksgiving tally:

# of casseroles present at Thanksgiving dinner: 7

# of miniature animal farms visited: 1

# of biscuits eaten: 2 1/2

# of speeches received on the awesomeness of George Bush: 1

# of cousins who suggested i visit a sperm bank: 2

# of hours spent in Atlanta airport: 5

# of cranberry sauce slices consumed: ?

reason # 572 why my dad is awesome

it was a tough political season for me.  a lot of my friends and family did not / do not agree with my politics, especially my support of Barack Obama.  some see it as a moral failing, a spiritual area of blindness.  that’s to be expected, since i grew up in a conservative evangelical environment.  but some of it got a little personal.  i’m not alone in this experience.  my other friends have been hurt, have shed tears, have had painful conversations with people they love.  my dad and i voted differently this year.  i knew we would.  i woke up the morning of November 5th with some less than pleasant items in my inbox.  but then i got to this:

I hope you enjoyed being at the Obama speech last night.  It was a great day in our country’s history, and you can always remember that you were there that night.  While my candidate didn’t win, I truly believe that our country is going to be better going forward.  While I may not support Obama’s social agenda, I do believe in his character, and that he will make wiser decisions than Bush has made, and make them for the right reasons.  I am trusting that once he is in office, he will be more willing to make the tough choices and lead, regardless of how popular his decisions will be.  I also believe that he will be a man of prayer, and seek God’s counsel, probably much more so than McCain would.  God knows what He is doing!!!
 
I am proud of you for taking a stand for what you believe in. 
 
Love always,
 
Dad 

dad… you rule. 

my thoughts today, courtesy of Ryan Adams

two hearts fading, like a flower
and all this waiting, for the power
for some answer, to this fire
sinking slowly. the water’s higher
desire

with no secrets. no obsession.
this time I’m speeding with no direction
without a reason. what is this fire?
burning slowly. my one and only
desire

you know me. you don’t mind waiting
you just can’t show me, but God I’m praying
that you’ll find me, and that you’ll see me
that you run and never tire
desire