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My name is Micah Taylor. God is pursuing me and I'm thankful that He's better at it than I am.
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Alas, we meet again. A night with just me. in the cold. the anthem of my life that is Cannonball. burning the one last Black. wishing I had a second.

i was able to be a fill in zombie today

nrunyan:

Facial hair stages

 

A song inspired by The Fantastic Mr. Fox

Oh winter, welcome home
Like you never left, we were temporarily warm
Comfortable in our skin for only so long
I can only be comfortable in my own skin for so long

There were times when we could talk
There were times when I could open up
When our home was ours and we lived in it
When we could lay under the stars

Take to the ground for warmth
Cause I can’t offer it anymore
The times when I’m something come and go
The times when I’m someone to anyone

Any forest that could offer me shade
I cut down for warmth
So when the sun comes out again
I will have no shelter

There was a time when you were mine
And a time when I was yours
When our home was ours and we lived in it
When we could lay under the stars

I know I can’t go back

Don’t mistake this for regret
Just the fear that the darkest parts come out
When we let ourselves go
Like the stares from the strangers
That tell you you’ll never know
The brush of the veil, or sound of the wedding bells.

"They say our tree will never grow back
But one day, something will.”

When you come back again
would you bring me something from the fridge?
Heard a rumor that the end is near
but I just got comfortable here.

sigh.
Let’s be blunt.
I’m a little distracted.
What do you want?

Headaches and bad faith
are all that I’ve got.
First I misplaced the ending
then I lost the plot.

Out among the free-range sheep
while the big birds sharpen their claws.
For a time we stuck with the shepherd
but you wouldn’t play Santa Claus.

sigh.
Let’s be blunt.
We’re a little distracted.
What do you want?

Once we could follow,
now we cannot.
You would not fit our image,
so we lost the plot.

Once we could hear you,
now our senses are shot.
We’ve forgotten our first love.
We have lost the plot.

When I saw you for the first time
you were hanging with a thief
And I knew my hands were dirty,
and I dropped my gaze.
Then you said I was forgiven
and you welcomed me with laughter.
I was happy ever after.
I was counting the days
when you’d come back again.
we’ll be waiting for you
When you comin’ back again?
we’ll be ready for you

Maybe we’ll wake up when…
maybe we’ll wake up when
you come back again.

lies.
Let’s be blunt.
We’re a little unfaithful.
What do you want?

Are you still listening?
`Cause we’re obviously not
We’ve forgotten our first love
We have lost the plot.

And why are you still calling?
You forgave, we forgot.
We’re such experts at stalling
that we’ve lost the plot.
lost the plot

When you come back again
would you bring me something from the fridge?
Heard a rumor that the end is near
but I just got comfortable here.

Newsboys, Lost the Plot

Back when they were good, the Newsboys wrote the best song of the 90s.

I’ve been feeling this one a lot lately.

This is a picture London, one of Kevin’s daughters (he’s my boss, also “daddy” in the picture) drew of her father, Walter (also my boss and house mate), and myself. That’s me on the stilts holding up Kevin as he lassos a candy-cane and what appears to be a small child. In explaining the portrait to me, London wanted to point out the fact that I am in my underwear. Oh the mind of a 6-year-old…
And if you really want to know about London and her 5 brothers and sisters (and why wouldn’t you after this?), you can read all about the Keiglets over at their mommy’s blog.

This is a picture London, one of Kevin’s daughters (he’s my boss, also “daddy” in the picture) drew of her father, Walter (also my boss and house mate), and myself. That’s me on the stilts holding up Kevin as he lassos a candy-cane and what appears to be a small child. In explaining the portrait to me, London wanted to point out the fact that I am in my underwear. Oh the mind of a 6-year-old…

And if you really want to know about London and her 5 brothers and sisters (and why wouldn’t you after this?), you can read all about the Keiglets over at their mommy’s blog.

My Latest Project

The story of a misfit dog who befriends Jesus in the last few hours of his life and tries to “save Jesus from his fate.”
Found this little video in Walmart. It’s for real.

The story of a misfit dog who befriends Jesus in the last few hours of his life and tries to “save Jesus from his fate.”

Found this little video in Walmart. It’s for real.

“I’ve found that often success looks more like failure, riches more like poverty and real life often feels more like death…”
Derek Webb

We all know what this is like.

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