The Way I Was Made

If I time it just right and leave the YMCA, like I did this morning, at exactly 6:00, the local radio station plays this song at that time every weekday morning:

The Way I Was Made
by Chris Tomlin

Caught in the half-light, I'm caught alone
Waking up to the sunrise and the radio
Feels like I'm tied up, what's holding me?
Just praying today will be the day I go free

I want to live like there's no tomorrow
I want to dance like no one's around
I want to sing like nobody's listening
Before I lay my body down
I want to give like I have plenty
I want to love like I'm not afraid
I want to be the man I was meant to be
I want to be the way I was made

Made in Your likeness, made with Your hands
Made to discover who You are and who I am
All I've forgotten help me to find
All that You've promised let it be in my life

I want to live like there’s no tomorrow
I want to dance like no one’s around
I want to sing like nobody’s listening
Before I lay my body down
I want to give like I have plenty
I want to love like I’m not afraid
I want to be the man I was meant to be
I want to be the way I was made

It always prepares me well for the day. As did reading this Psalm. This one will be a very busy one as well. I am meeting a coworker for coffee, then have to take Salinda to the doctor, then at 2:00 am leaving so that John and I can meet with the director of Zumbro House again. John has decided he really doesn’t want to come back to the possible bad influences in Mankato and would rather try for a spot in a house a couple hours from here. We support his decision and need to go for the interview. So, that will take up about 5 or six hours of my afternoon and evening.

Tonight we need to prepare to leave tomorrow for Kyle’s graduation and the soccer tournament. I am hoping to get a walk in with Bart as well. Here I started the week planning to reduce my computer time and now I’m having to find ways to increase it just to get my work done.

Salinda continues to be “vemon girl” seemingly angry at everyone for everything all the time when nobody is messing with her. Some of it is teenage girl, i know, but she certainly expects a lot from the people around her when she is willing to give so little. I continue to dread interchanges with her, but have worked hard to learn to keep my mouth shut and not make matters worse.

Other than my time with her, I am anticipating a good day. And who knows, maybe my time with her won’t be quite as bad as I’m anticipating it will be.

Or maybe it will be worse. ;-)