I write poetry, but I send it off to him on a helium balloon,

and that everybody that I would even talk to would think that that is the craziest thing in the world.

But it's me dancing before the Lord and my Ephod.

It's me going before the Lord and just saying, Lord, this is my heart, this is my chest, this is my being, this is what I have,

and I don't want anybody else to know this. I write songs, but I don't let anybody hear those songs, that it is for the Lord.

This is what I do, and I can't imagine what you have before the Lord.

If you're giving us this to be on display, but our hearts are on display before the Lord at all times.

And if we were to recognize and realize that he's a very present help in

time of need, that in his presence is fullness of joy, that all of his waves, they billow over me,

you know, that I understand that. I understand that idea of that the waves and the weariness

and where I want to give up and I want to

shout and I've screamed until I've had no more tears left inside my eyes.

Welcome to life.

This is life.

This is just walking with God.

Walking with God and he's there and he's not going to put out that smoldering wick.

He's not ever going to look the other way.

He's never going to be blinking because he'll be taking his eyes off of me.

I've had deep despair where I've Googled how to commit suicide and make it look like an accident while I've had kids.

I get it. I understand. I understand the idea of being despairing of life.

Sometimes I like to make admissions. One of the things I love in life is definitions.

You guys can't you can't beatbox. You can't, like, I can't beat box. Like background dance. Why would we want to? We don't want to encourage you. No, you want to encourage me. Mark's great at the ribbon dance. What is it? The ribbon. Oh, the ribbons. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Dancing streamers in the churches. What I would do to see you guys in tights and streamers. Woo-hoo. Yeah. So I love definitions. I'm going to read one right now. That was actually good. Wait, my wife is here. What is that right? Rachel. Yes, let's go. See what I go through? Honest. Try again. It's the woman you gave me. What's a definition? What's a definition? How do you define definition? What is a definition? I want to define this word. Listen, listen closely. Bliss, which means, well, what do you guys think it means? It means happiness. And I had a principal, associate principal, who was called Mr. Bliss, and his name terrifies me. It's like a little Hitler. He used to creep up behind students and yell at them. So when you hear the word bliss? Oh, yeah., what happened? He would come into the assembly hall and just say, quiet in the hall. And everyone would just be terrified because he'd cane you. He was just a nasty dude. Anyway, my friend, Jeff Robinson, before the associate principal would come in, would say, quiet in the hall. He'd imitate him, and a whole 800 people would go dead silent. Is he the guy you kicked in the face? No, no, no, that was the principal. I'm talking about the assistant principal. Oh, the assistant. I didn't, I would never, you would never do that for the assistant. No, but an assistant principal. Yeah, right. Just the principal. Yeah. Anyway, this guy, the same guy, Jeff Robinson would follow the trash cart, and he'd call out,

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