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As my fingers wrestled keys of black and white to find the sounds of my soul, I saw a perfect half moon rise in my window to the south. Though the sky was far from dark, the moon's brilliance instantly made her its queen. And yet...she is only half.

My day has been busyness. My best estimate puts me about two days behind where I should be at this point in the week. Intro seminar is tomorrow; those preparations took most of the afternoon, kept me in late, and will bring me in early in the morning. That particular service, in perspective, is a pleasure: people are coming to learn more about our church and possibly to commit to membership. These are signs of life, much needed signs.

Perhaps I will find my music again, one day. In time.

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Signs of life, huh? Couldn't help but thinking of this:

"Come in base, I've landed my ship on a planet here in space.
They say it's the one inhabited by the human race,
And I going out to look around and see what's here --
I'll tell you what I find.
Confirmation on the inhabitants, they're running everywhere.
Their technology is beyond what I've seen anywhere
And I'm trying to communicate, but they don't hear me.
But for all I'm finding, can't find the most important thing --

Where are the signs? Where are the signs of life?
A love that's flowing from the heart
Where the grace of God has left its mark
.
Where are the signs? Where are the signs of life?
The reaching out of a servant's hand --
The living God makes no demands --
Where are the signs of life?

I've got crayons rolling around in the floorboards of my car,
Bicyles all over my driveway, bats and balls all over my yard.
There's a plastic man from outer space sittin' in my chair --
The signs of life are everywhere.
Well, I've got questions rolling around in the corners of my mind.
If it's true I live in a world where hope has all but died;
If I really have a living hope alive in me,
How am I letting it be known? How am I letting it be seen?

These are the signs, these are the signs of life.
A love that's flowing from the heart
Where the grace of God has left its mark
.
These are the signs, these are the signs of life.
The reaching out of a servant's hand --
The living God makes no demands --
These are the signs of life...."


- Steven Curtis Chapman, Sparrow Records -
It's funny, that song ran through my head as I typed the entry, too.