Everything To God.. and that's what matters

OK, so I started this blog with the second entry being all about how I named it. How it would be nice to have someone to Bring Things Home To ..and how I didn't think I should be hard to match because I am a very caring , xompassionate, person BLAH, BLAH. As usual I then inserted the lyrics of the song that inspired this thought process.

Well for those of you who may read this or haphazardly stumble upon my ramblings I have had a slight perspective change recently.
People's lives are messy, mine certainly has been recently (by no fault of my own,life just happens) and if you always try to get everything you need from others, your needs will come up and you won't feel like you are important enough.

I realized during my recovery that I wanted to feel cared for all the time, I wanted to feel like someone's EVERYTHING and that person is not in my life.

Then one day I heard Brad Paisley's She's Everything (and excluding a few verses) even though I know the song is meant between a husband and wife it came to me that God himself feels that way and knows each of us that intimately.

So even if I don't find a guy tha believes I am his other half I have a Creator that everyday says "She's my Everything" and that gives me amazing courage and hope!!

She's Everything- Brad Paisley


She's a yellow pair of running shoes
A holy pair of jeans She looks great in cheap sunglasses
She looks great in anything She's I want a piece of chocolateTake me to a movie
She's I can't find a thing to wear Now and then she's moody She's a Saturn with a sunroof
With her brown hair a-blowin She's a soft place to land And a good feeling knowing
She's a warm conversation That I wouldn't miss for nothing She's a fighter when she's mad
And she's a lover when she's loving

[Chorus] And she's everything I ever wanted And everything I need I talk about her, I go on and on and on because she's everything to me

She's a Saturday out on the town And a church girl on Sunday She's a cross around her neck
And a cuss word 'cause its Monday She's a bubble bath and candles Baby come and kiss me She's a one glass of wine And she's feeling kinda tipsy She's the giver I wish I could be
And the stealer of the covers She's a picture in my walletOf my unborn children's mother
She's the hand that I'm holding When I'm on my knees and praying
She's the answer to my prayer And she's the song that I'm playing

[Repeat chorus]

She's the voice I love to hear Someday when I'm ninety She's that wooden rocking chair I want rocking right beside me Everyday that passes I only love her more
Yeah, she's the one That I'd lay down my own life for
And she's everything I ever wanted And everything I need She's everything to me
Yeah she's everything to me Everything I ever wanted And everything I need
She's everything to me Yeah she's everything to me everything to me