better not to know

this post is from an amy grant blog post, jan. 28th of this year.. i was curious to see when her next musica would be out, so i went on over to her site.. http://www.amygrant.com/

i have always like her music/lyric, her soul... she inspires me~

i told laur that man! i am jealous of cindy and amy!! i would LOVE to write with those 2 amazing gals!!! "well, for sure, in heaven i will write and spend time with them!! hehehehe", i said to laur.. "momma! you and 59 million others!!!", she exclaimed.. hehehe

so true, muy verdad!

we were being silly, but in all sincerity, one of my dreams/desires, is to co-write with a seasoned writer and that their hearts would be like-minded...

i just yelled at my bud, "please stop playing with your cheek, son!" he likes to 'pop' his face with his fingers and then the red rash appears and well.. who cares! hehehe that interrupts my thoughts, and that's all for now..

oh! this song reminds me of sooooo much; one thought i can muster: some things are truly to be left at the 'altar' of our sacrifice place, our life-giving place, our hearts, our souls, our minds, before god's sacred and safe throne...

back when i was worshipping with a community of friends/believers in 1998, i was in a season like this one that these 2 women are writing about... with much learning and much growing, i too, remember that much could have been done, if not for choices that others made, my choices, or just life: the things that happen... maybe.. better not to know~

bless you today!!

on a cool note!!!!!

my 3rd little babe, jaxon, is 2 years old today... i remember that day and thank papagod for his birth.. so blessed, so blessed... thanks, jill, for your song, "all the good things".. i relate so so so so much!!!

hugs~ lis

amy's blog: http://www.amygrant.com/agblog.htm

Today is day 8 in the studio. We're working on a song called "Better Not to Know" that Cindy Morgan and I wrote. My Grandmother Grant died in the spring of 1988 when my first child was 5 months old. We planted a field of fruit trees in her memory....little leafless sticks with promising root balls. I lived on that farm another ten years... Had two more children there, and then life took a few unexpected turns. When I left the farm I left behind the shade of those 75 trees that had grown into a thick canopy over our heads They never had any fruit.Eventually, the farm was sold. Then this past summer I got a phone call. The current owner of the property had had the surviving fruit trees pruned, the farm next door had started keeping bees. My grandmother's trees were loaded down with peaches and pears and apples.

When Cindy came to my house last fall, I had just made my first batch of pear preserves. We talked and ate and wrote this song:

We sowed our seeds

Watered with tears

Waiting for signs of growth

Took months of days And then took years.

We took our steps

We took our falls

Somewhere along the way

We just got lost

And we lost it all.

Nothing ventured nothing gained

The risk of living is the pain

And what will be will be anyway
Oh, it's better not to know

The way it's gonna go

What will die and what will grow

It's better not to know
Those tiny stems became these trees

With dirt and storms

And sun and air to breathe

Like you and me

And some fell down And some grew tall

And those surviving twenty winter thaws

Have the sweetest fruit of all

But innocence and planting day

Are both long gone

So much has changed

And if we got to do it all again ...
Oh it's better not to know...