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How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka

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By Grace, I'm a follower of Christ. By day, I'm a recently retired school administrator; by night (and always), I'm a husband and father (and now a grandfather); and by week's end, I sometimes find myself writing or reading in this space. Feel free to join in the dialogue.

Sunday, February 05, 2012

When My World is Shaking...

There is a little room on the upper floor of our house that used to be Natalie's. It's the smallest bedroom in the house, but she is our youngest, and for about eight years that was the place she called her own.

When Emily married a few years back, Kim moved down to Emily's bigger room, and Natalie moved into Kim's bigger room, and the little room became what Julie calls her cozy sitting room. It has a big over-stuffed reading chair and ottoman that together are so comfortable I sometimes fall asleep there with an open book on my chest. There is also a long narrow Jenny Lind feather-bed dating back to 1800's which is great for naps.

This afternoon, in that little room, Natalie was sitting on the edge of that antique bed playing a song on her sister's guitar. I had never heard the song before, and hearing her voice through the closed door gave it a soft, earnest tone. I listened to the words. I knew why she had decided to learn it while most of the rest of the world had their mind on the Super Bowl. I peeked in and told her how nice it sounded. Then I asked her if I could videotape her singing it. She said "no" of course, but before she went to bed, she showed me this and I uploaded it to Youtube. She just shot it with her lap-top's camera and mike.
(I mention that because the image is reversed. She is not left handed.)



I have unanswered prayers
I have trouble I wish wasn't there
And I have asked a thousand ways
That You would take my pain away
That You would take my pain away


I am trying to understand
How to walk this weary land
Make straight the paths that crookedly lie
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine


When my world is shaking
Heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave Your hands


When You walked upon the Earth
You healed the broken, lost, and hurt
I know You hate to see me cry
One day You will set all things right
Yea, one day You will set all things right


When my world is shaking
Heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave Your hands...

Thanks, Natalie

6 Comments:

Blogger JeannetteLS said...

What a blessed man you are. And she is very gifted. Beautiful song, beautiful daughter. I'm glad I wandered in.

8/2/12 5:04 PM  
Blogger Stephen said...

Tom, thanks for sharing--and please thank Natalie, as well. Absolutely loved hearing her sing, but even more, I love hearing what she chose to sing. We love you all and continue to pray for you!

23/2/12 9:57 AM  
Blogger .Tom Kapanka said...

JeanetteLS,
Thanks for stopping by and listing me in your favorites. My personal writing here at POI has fallen months behind, but thank you for your kind words.

Stephen,
Thanks for stopping by here as I know you do. It has been a joy to have or families share life with many miles and months between. We'll be in Kansas sooner than usual this year--very soon in fact. Maybe we'll see you in April.

28/2/12 1:32 PM  
Blogger JeannetteLS said...

I just saw your comment on my blog. I understand completely. In 2010, I barely blogged at all. Life has its patterns.

I have left Facebook largely behind because I have found that friendships here in Blogland have been abiding and often very "real."

When you blog again, I'll be reading again. All my best wishes to you and your family and thank YOU for commenting. Life is good, even when it feels impossible, it never ceases to amaze me--there will be moment of absolute joy and gratitude even when I've thought my world would explode.

And some of those moments have been because of deep kindness in here.

Til another day, take care.

28/2/12 2:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I listened to the words, I knew why she had decided to learn it while most of the rest of the world had their mind on the Super Bowl." comma splice

10/4/12 8:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Even seven years after writing this post, I’m proud of my daughter and feel sorry for the friend who, during that season of life, delighted in pointing out simple errors in my writing. I will leave the comma splice with a smile. Thank God we are not called to perfection but to truth and the kind of relationships evident in nearly all other comments found at POI. It is such a burden to harbor a grudge. It becomes a form if grief. It’s been years since this person knit-picked at this place. I trust they’ve been able to move on... as so many others have.

1/4/19 7:34 PM  

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