Everything...

...is going to be all right,

yea, everything is going to be just fine.

The New Car

So. I got a new car.

Someone gave it to me.

Someone I don't even know.

And they gave it to me for $0.

The car is actually nicer than my parents car.

Thank you JESUS.

The story is this.

Mike Kimball's cousin was driving a car her parents had given her years ago. She got married last year, and they just recently bought her a new car... as well as a new one for themselves. Her father (Mike's uncle) decided he didn't really feel like selling it or donating it, so he decided to give it to someone. None of Mike's brothers needed it, which is CRAZY, because they have about a bajillion kids and 8 different reasons for needing a car each second. But none of them needed it, so Mike thought of me and gave me a call.

That's not all, though. someone from church (still have no idea who it is) has been leaving $10 in the offering basket just about every week since last september. So, I actually already have quite a chunk of money set aside for insurance and gas already. I don't need to pay a cent.

Being that this car came to me for free, all of my money i was originally saving for a car is now going towards school, which takes out 1/3 of the tuition money i still owe from last year. 

God is so good!

Thanks, Bob

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.