lenten journal: de-cynicing myself

I began this morning with this thought from Donald Miller:

Leaders aren’t cynical.

I found this song running through my head this afternoon, from Jackson Browne:

Doctor, my eyes cannot see the skies –
is this the price for having learned how not to cry

And it’s been a long day. I’m going to sing myself to sleep with these words, from Pierce Pettis:

Half of the battle is only with myself
While the other half is something I can't help

Lest I should stumble I try not to forget
That every hair is numbered, every footstep, every breath
And this life that I'm living it will not end in death
I've got a hope that is not in this world
I've got a hope that is not in this world

I know my words tonight are both borrowed and brief, but I will let Carolyn Arends sing me to sleep with Pierce’s words.



Peace,
Milton