Friday, December 30, 2011

And I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing.

During my stay in Pittsburgh (after Case's birth) I heard a song called "This is the Stuff" by,
Francesca Battistelli. It really hit home. It's about all the little inconvinces in life and how they can drive you crazy. I am reminded of that song often. Little things bug me sometimes. Like, when I spend 45 minutes on the phone with Pittsburgh and nobody can find Case's nutritionist. Really, the operator at Children's said there were no nutritionists with the name Jessica in the whole hospital. She must have dropped off the face of the earth. I was frustrated. Or, like the tape thing. Have you ever tried to keep ANYTHING on a one year old's feet?... Or when Case's feeding pump starts beeping uncontrollably at 4am. Or when I pulled his Mic-key button out....I could go on but you get the point. Little things happen all the time and I lose focus of Jesus and His beautiful plan. "In the middle of my little mess, I forget how big I'm blessed." Little mess= inconveniences that I let bug me. How big I'm blessed=Case.

The lyrics:

I lost my keys in the great unknown
And call me please 'Cuz I can't find my phone

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use

45 in a 35
Sirens and fines while I'm running behind
Whoa

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use

So break me of impatience
Conquer my frustrations
I've got a new appreciation
It's not the end of the world
Oh Oh Oh

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff
Someone save me
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
And I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use

Oh Oh Oh Oh
This is the stuff You use

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