music is good music when it irresistably makes you want to play music. so. much. fun.
choose joy
punching life in the face since ‘93
ridiculously encouraging review of our new record
“Overall, Caleb Cordes, assisted by David Wimbish, makes up Sinai Vessel’s inception of Labor Pains, an album conveying deep honesty and passion driven by an introspection of faith, expressed through well written lyrics and indie rock full of grooves. The production quality gives off the feeling of what an indie album should sound like, a sharp rawness that only adds to a near live, intimate setting. Labor Pains is more than simply a collection of songs, and it is more than just another album, but instead is a deep experience of worship, composed of the joys and pains of a spiritual birth. I can truly see it being a timeless album, showing that Sinai Vessel certainly have the talent to be recognized among the likes of faith-driven indie rock bands such as My Epic and Ascend The Hill.”
Still Fighting It: Mental Hunger
Today in english class we talked about the life of elisabeth cady stanton. they talked about her contentment being a housewife and mother while continuing to hunger for new ideas. she lived in boston originally, home of many innovators and brilliant thinking. then she moved to seneca falls, ny….
i love this man and i love his brain and i love the fact that he acutely states everything i’m thinking while i’m thinking it beside him in new testament. praise the Lord for human oases, they’re rare around these parts.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
we all want certainty; the sun always rises
but never the faith to realize it never closes its eyelids
The Pomegranate Diaries: I don't rant on social media, pretty much ever.
Not that I don’t do it in real life situations, because I do. But I am trying to get better about it. To be a sweet, bitterness-free lady about life.
So it’s weird that I would have an urge to start now.
Because everything in my life is so God-ordained and lovely at the moment, and I am so…
and this. word. yes.
Things I want to say to you.
you are so completely kindhearted that it amazes me sometimes. your integrity is always visible.
i love how we find the most randomly beautiful and perfect places and moments together.
i feel so safe with you.
you coloring with me in the middle of a restaurant full of practical and boring adults was a ridiculously lovely thing to me.
i’m sorry i ruined you trying to show me your special place on the roof because i was terrified of the stairs up to it. ;)
i like sitting in the middle of the street with you.
i like feeling like an indie kid with you, and at the same time, a grandma.
you writing to my father was one of the most wonderful things anyone has ever done for me.
i like how you tell me my eyes are pretty, and how the first time you told me i was beautiful was after you saw me praying.
i want to dance with you sometime.
i know this is sappy, and ruins my mysterious shyness, but it’s all quite true.
i am so blessed by God to know you.
i’ve been resisting the urge to reblog this, but you and i both know how subtlety and mystery are not my strongest traits. i am so undeserving and so blessed and so thankful and that doesn’t even begin to scratch the tip of the proverbial iceberg (rather, i’m hovering above the water with binoculars looking at the aforementioned iceberg). God is so good, and He’s created beauty out of ashes like i never would have dreamed. ashes of the embers of change, ashes of mistakes, ashes of a burnt-up and now consumed former identity of depression and denied sonship. You’re using life—blessings and curses both—to show and guide me towards the man You want be to be, the man i’ve desired to be for so long. and You’ve delivered this indescribable blessing into my hands that shows me Your love and care and perfect knowledge of the desires of Your kids’ hearts.
abigail, i can’t tell you how much reading this over makes me light up. not only in the sense of the romantic butterflies, but in something that we both have endeavoured to explain and have constantly come up short. it’s a blessing straight from the Lord, and it’s so special. i’m so blessed to even share in life and memory and joy with you, and am all the more blessed to be yours as both a friend and a boyfriend. boomshakalaka.
an insta-favorite tune with repurposed clips from a dearly beloved film? gorgeous.
