“Too. Much. Imagination.”

Ya tells me on a regular basis that I have “too. much. imagination.” Sometimes she even adds, “Too much, Jen, too, too much.”

I live a part of my life in other worlds, in the imaginations of other people. When I read a book, a world opens up in my mind and I can actually imagine whole other places and adventures in my head. I get drawn in and occasionally, it’s hard for me to come back out to reality. But I always know that at the end of my day, no matter what happened to me that day, I can come home and spend a couple of hours in some other world.

Tonight, after finishing another book, I picked up The Neverending Story by Michael Ende. I have to admit that I’ve avoided this book for pretty much my entire life. As a kid, my sisters loved the movie and after having to watch it repeatedly, I grew to hate it. So I decided that I would never read the book. Until recently, in a land called Thailand where English books are not only hard to come by but very expensive, a copy of The Neverending Story ended up on my bookshelf.

I picked it up tonight and seven pages in, came across this:

“If you have never spent whole afternoons with burning ears and rumpled hair, forgetting the world around you over a book, forgetting cold and hunger–

If you have never read secretly under the bedclothes with a flashlight, because your father or mother or some other well-meaning person has switched off the lamp on the plausible ground that it was time to sleep because you had to get up so early–

If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless–

If such things have not been part of your own experience, you probably won’t understand what Bastian did next.”

A couple of pages later, this:

“I wonder,’ he said to himself, ‘what’s in a book while it’s closed. Oh, I know it’s full of letters printed on paper, but all the same, something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there’s a whole story with people I don’t know yet and all kinds of adventures, deeds and battles. And sometimes there are storms at sea, or it takes you to strange cities and countries. All those things are somehow shut in a book. Of course you have to read it to find out. But it’s already there, that’s the funny thing. I just wish I knew how it could be.”

And I’m hooked. 🙂

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Grace Amazing

Some of you know about my (completely healthy) obsession with Jimmy Needham‘s music. If you didn’t know before, now you do. Since the first time I heard one of his songs (thanks Tam), I’ve listened to his music pretty much every single day. He has an amazing voice and the music is catchy. But the best thing is the lyrics which he writes himself. They are crazy good! Like my other favorite singer, Ginny Owens, the lyrics seem to come right out of my soul. The song Grace Amazing featuring Trip Lee off his Nightlights album is my latest obsession. Thought I’d share the music video just cause it’s crazy cool and the lyrics. But I must warn you, listening to this repeatedly before bed does not promote relaxation and sleep… Enjoy!

Yeah, You give me grace amazing
You give me grace amazing

You found my heart in the tomb
Wrapped up all lifeless and bruised
I was the living dead
Couldn’t even lift up my head
To see You enter the room
Oh, Oh, Oh

That’s how it is with us all
We weren’t just damaged we fell dead at the fall
Only the innocent can breathe the air again
Underground, over my head
I’m almost sure I’m dead

Unless You breath life into me
I won’t ever feel my dead heart beating
But you open these blind eyes to see
That’s what makes Your grace amazing

No one can come to the Son
Unless the Father compels him to come
Our hearts are bottomless
If we’re autonomous
Why do we choose corruption
Underground, over my head
I’m almost sure I’m dead

Unless You breath life into me
I won’t ever feel my dead heart beating
But you open these blind eyes to see
That’s what makes Your grace amazing

Who’s a cripple encased in his heart of stone
Christ’s the name that I’m calling on, calling on
He’s the hope for the hopeless, yall
We were saved when He chose and called
Where is life if its not in the King
You’re the God, lift Him up to all things
To His One, His Son

Look, you might have heard I was dead in the grave
With some shackles on my wrist
I was very enslaved to the lusts and the passions
In various ways
In the band, on the horse, I was dead and depraved
Sight wasn’t just blurry and vague
I was blind as a bat, couldn’t thoroughly gaze
At the glory of Christ or the story of life
The Father said come to Him, but I hurried away

I was stuck, couldn’t choose to be found
Tell me when the last time
You seen a dead man moving around
Couldn’t buy my freedom I was truthfully bound
Couldn’t get myself saved
I was shooting them down
Only by Gods will does grace heal with great might
Cuz only the words of God can create life
Give joy, remove shackles and replace shame
I was raised by grace and I praise Christ

chorus:
You breath life into me
Now I finally feel my dead heart beating
You open my eyes to see
That’s what makes Your grace amazing

You breath life into me
Now I finally feel my dead heart beating
You open my eyes to see
That’s what makes Your grace amazing

You give me grace amazing
Praise God for that grace amazing
You give me grace amazing
Praise God for that grace amazing