i sing a tired song, i need to just admit the passion's gone, and i want to get it back.

so, yesterday was great. for two reasons.

the first was my discovery of my dad inheriting my grandad's film camera and 7" lens.

it is beautiful.

and my dad does not use cameras. point and shoots are challenging for him.

so.. you can imagine who will be using the camera :)

the second was last night, which i'm not sure the camera compares to.

despite a random appearance by mr loewen (as unnerving/paranoying as that was, josh and jen's support and understanding of the situation was encouraging to the point of outweighing the fear) it was an incredible set - not a rock concert but the church gathered to bring praise to the father.

(Rediscover You was a breath of fresh air, my goodness.)

and i'm sure i wasn't the only one who appreciated that tim brought up the floor falling and that he prayed over us regarding that.. and that they ended/encored with From the corners of the earth and then hosanna (they opened the first one with hosanna and didn't get farther than from the corners) - it somehow brought the year and a half of suffering to a point - a declaration of freedom or at least praise amidst the pain. and it was of course incredible to hear that the most injured - the ones who were paralyzed, were walking.

todays been okay as far as sundays go.

i came across this though while trying to figure out how much allowance money my mom owes me via the calendar, and it made me very sad. it feels like longer than three months ago.

..but as much as it made me sad, the picture made my day.

(evidence of my dad's vicarious living.)