So I clicked on the "news" story "25 Ways to Save More Each Month", and the page come up blank, which I think says it all.

In my efforts to save money, I am exploring the wonders of public transportation. More on that in a future post if I can come up with a feasible solution. I will say that I think public transport is a good idea theoretically. I'm just trying to figure out if it will work practically here.

God has been showing me things about myself that are not easy to deal with. One of them being that I avoid dealing with difficult things. And then I read Jenna's blog on that subject, and was motivated to write about about it last night around midnight because that's when I write. I call it a song without music, which means I should call it a lyric or a poem, but a "song without music" has so much more potential than a lyric. It's actually still in a rather seminal stage, and I'm a bit embarrassed to put it up first because poetry seems incredibly personal to me, and I don't usually bare my soul like that for the whole world. Secondly it's rather ragged and unpolished verses are something of a point of personal vanity for me. But I decided to let both points of pride go and put it up. It is rather long, so be warned.

Cut Through the Noise/ Shatter Me [I'm torn on the title... I told you it was unfinished]

I go looking for something
To drown out Your still small voice
It's easy to do--distractions abound
And can be found even without looking for.
Money, music, and movies;
Friends, fun, and my Facebook
Keep Your quiet cal safely muted.

I am afraid of Your voice in the night;
Of what You will say to me;
Of the sin You will find and the truth that
Will cleave from nave to chop my soul in two.
I'm scared I'll be undone
And stand naked before Your glory
Without a fig leaf of my own righteousness
To cover the rotting treasure of sin.

[Chorus]
I want You to shatter me
If You will hold the pieces
Of my broken heart in Your hand.
Hold me so tightly that I am crushed;
Let it be the weight of Your love that cracks
This heart of stone and crumbles my pride;
And tear out my sin by the roots.
God, cut through the noise.

I don't want to ask for this pain.
This valley of decision is hard.
I can't see the end, much less the joy
Of turning my soul inside out.
But come and ignore how I feel
For in spite of my fear
I must have You.

Then heal up the hurts
Bind up the wounds left by sin.
Restore all the years of the locust
And make the stone heart beat.
Bring back the joy
Of my salvation
And be again my gentle Savior.

When it is over and all said and done,
And my sin cannot get in the way,
Show me Your face
And the light of Your glory
Will warm and not burn me.
Let me see You
In ways I never could before.