we are not as strong as we think we are

well it's 2:24AM here. i'm up with esther. she started crying out about 2 hours ago & vomited after i got her out of her crib - all over me..all over herself. i dont know what to do with a child this young...vomiting. she's my first ever under 2 vomiting. she's handling it well. i think she's over it for the moment. now my stomach is queasy. but i have to get her settled so i can try to get some sleep because levi should be awake to eat shortly. i love my babies...i'm just extraordinarily tired these days. clay's up too but i cant for the life of me understand why. esther refused to let him touch her....only wants me. he seems a bit dazed & confused. and it gets on my nerves. i know he wants to be helpful, but that's not happening. he put her vomity clothes on the little bench in our hallway. why? i have no clue. he just stood there. yea, go back to bed. if that's moral support - no thank you. i just dont dig it. but thanks anyway.

anyway, i've been listening to one of my favorites - rich mullins. great song. words are below.





Well, it took the hand of God Almighty
To part the waters of the sea
But it only took one little lie
To separate you and me
Oh, we are not as strong as we think we are

And they say that one day Joshua
Made the sun stand still in the sky
But I can't even keep these thoughts
Of you from passing by
Oh, we are not as strong as we think we are

We are frail
We are fearfully and wonderfully made
Forged in the fires of human passion
Choking on the fumes of selfish rage
And with these our hells and our heavens
So few inches apart
We must be awfully small
And not as strong as we think we are

And the Master said their faith was
Gonna make them mountains move
But me, I tremble like a hill on a fault line
Just at the thought of how I lost you
Oh, we are not as strong as we think we are

We are frail
We are fearfully and wonderfully made
Forged in the fires of human passion
Choking on the fumes of selfish rage
And with these our hells and our heavens
So few inches apart
We must be awfully small
And not as strong as we think we are

And if you make me laugh well I know
I could make you like me
Cause when I laugh I can be a lot of fun
But we can't do that I know that it is frightening
What I don't know is why we can't hold on
We can't hold on

We are frail
We are fearfully and wonderfully made
Forged in the fires of human passion
Choking on the fumes of selfish rage
And with these our hells and our heavens
So few inches apart
We must be awfully small
And not as strong as we think we are

When you love you walk on the water
Just don't stumble on the waves
We all want to go there somethin' awful
But to stand there it takes some grace
'Cause oh, we are not as strong
As we think we are