All For You
By Heather McClish – The Corpse Butterfly
D A Bm
I am strong in the Lord who sees past my sin,
Who sees the few strengths in me.
D A Bm
He has a purpose for my life that is good,
Em F#m G A
He has a plan that I cannot see.
G A Bm G2 A
All for you, make me all for you
G2 D G2 Asus A
Build me strong, fill me up, help me shine for you
G A Bm F#m A Bm
For I know that your plan has a start and an end
I am yours, you are mine
E E7 C2 G A
I am beautiful to you
D A Bm
I will trust in the Lord who longs for my life,
Who wants to make beauty from pain.
D A Bm
He owes me nothing and I owe it all.
Em F#m G A
Redeemed by him it is all my gain.
D A Bm
I am loved by the Lord, who sees my heart,
My heart that is prone to wrong.
D A Bm
I am nothing own my so this be my cry:
Em F#m G A
My life is God’s and to him I belong
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For a couple of years now my sister and I have had a running joke that the song Downtown Girl by Hot Chelle Rae is about me. We laugh because while I am not a hooker as the song suggests, a lot of the qualities described I can relate to! If you don’t know already, I’m a REALLY typical extrovert. Depressed and dysfunctional, maybe, but extraverted all the same. So read the lyrics or take a listen, take a look into the life of Heather. And tell me what you think!
She’s a weekend beauty queen of the black like clubs wearing out the scene
Well I do love the weekends, but no, I don’t go to clubs.
You know her type, out all night
Yup, pretty much 🙂
Starry eyed for the dirty dream, always looking for the prince where the cash is king
Starry eyed? Yes. Dirty dream with a prince where the cash is king? I sure hope so not, although I think sometimes it comes out that way. But anyone who really hangs out with me know that money is the last thing I care about.
On the boulevard in a big black car, She’s everywhere you are
Well I’ve never been in a limo, or any sort of big black (fancy) car. Normally its an old car, trimet bus, or as of lately, me walking with my “homeless gypsy cart.” I am everywhere you are however 😉
I smell her sweet perfume making rounds around the room
I do hope I smell good as I make my “famous” rounds around the room 🙂
Cause she is a downtown girl a downtown girl
I LOVE downtown Portland. LOVE IT!!! PDX makes me feel ALIVE.
Her lips are red and those hips are turning heads
I have been rocking the red lipstick lately! I didn’t think I could pull it off but I love it! And as selfish as it sounds I love when heads turn when I walk through a room. This often happens when I am at a church service or a swing dance event! I’m always tearing through the room trying to find the people I love!
Living like a celebrity all the guys lined up and the drinks are free
I’m not sure if the song is saying the drinks are free for the guys or the girl. My drinks are NOT normally free, and I normally end up paying for everyone else too. But that is because I genuinely like to!
She’s knows she’s hot but that’s all she got
This line makes me cringe a bit. Half of the time I am convinced that I am an ugly skeleton, and the other half of the time a know I look damn good. Sometimes I feel both at the same time! That was be beautiful paradox of my Corpse Bride costume for Halloween and my musical, I got to be super-skinny, scary AND pretty!
BUT. The idea of that being “all [I’ve] got” is really scary. That is my nightmare. But I know that my looks is not all I’ve got. I have a sense of humor, a joyful personality, and of course…MY SAVIOR!
Everybody knows she’s on the move with her six inch heels and an attitude
I actually almost never wear heels. I say its because I’m too tall for heels, but its really that I just have a lot of short friends. And I’m a BIG klutz. But when I do wear heels, I do feel VERY sexy. And I’m actually really good at walking in them, and dancing for that matter. Hmmm…maybe I’ll wear heals today.
When I’m out and about…I DO have an attitude. It changes in nature, but I do.
To seal the deal she shoots to kill, but I’m not going down
This is another line I don’t understand. I can be intense, but I’m not going to kill anybody 😉
Likes the attention gets the attention her name is on the bathroom wall
I’m an extrovert; I do like attention. I can’t lie. And when I need it, I get it. But I’m trying to do it in the most mutually respectful way possible.
The party never over she’s always coming over even when the music stops
YES YES YES A MILLION YES! Most of the time, whenever a certain social event is over, I’m still ready for more. And really its because I have a hard time going from lots of friends and excitement to NO friends and excitement. I just have a really hard time making that switch. That is why after swing dancing or another event, I’m almost always trying to get people to go out to eat or at least carpool home. I love that “winding down” time almost more than the actual event. And when I don’t get that “winding down” time, I normally end up bawling my eyes out while driving myself home all by myself.
All the boys staring at the girls, staring at the boys
Its hard to admit, but sometimes I like it when the guys are staring at me and visa versa! And I think that is ok and healthy!
Staring at the downtown girls the downtown girls
Posted on my personal blog “Choosing Joy,” on July 18th, 2011. Please read and enjoy!
*Name has been changed for the purpose of privacy. I have Chosen the name “Joy” because she brought joy to my life.
A few weeks ago I have had to wonderful privilege and opportunity to work at Krayon Kids Camp as a day camp counselor. The first half of my day I would spend with “the red group” consisting of mostly 9 and 10 year olds. I (along with the other red staff) would get them checked in, play games with the kids before camp, and then accompany the kids to their skills classes: vocal, dance, hip hop, and drama.
During lunch, which all the kids had together, so ages 7-12, I was just supposed to hang out with the kids, get the engaged with games and each other, and make sure they didn’t get into trouble. On the first day at lunch however, I met Joy. I had already known that Joy needed some special attention, and for some reason I was very eager to meet her. She was petite eleven-year-old, with shoulder-length blond hair. Her face was covered in freckles, and maybe some scaring, but I wasn’t sure. I introduced myself, but mostly I just sat and watched her play.
In the afternoon, the kids were all split in different groups, workshops. They had picked which workshop they would be in when they registered for camp, but now came the chaotic part where we had to split all the kids up (not color-coded this time) and make sure they were all accounted for. I had not been assigned a workshop that I would help in. The camp directors just said they would put me where they needed me. With this in mind, I (trying to hide the eagerness) volunteered to go with Joy, relieving the camp counselor who had been her “buddy” in the morning . I was briskly given an ok, and so I hurried off to join Joy in her workshop, which turned out to be “Glee Disney.”
It was an instant connection. As we started singing through the familiar Disney songs and learning the lyrics, we smiled at each other, beaming. For the record, I LOVE Disney songs. Apparently so did Joy. She was incredible. She sang so beautifully, and she had the most beautiful smile. Before I knew it, I was being told that it was time for me to take a break, and I realized it was mid afternoon, and I hadn’t eaten or taken a break at all. As I left, she looked at me with those beautiful eyes, saying, “You leave me? Please, come back soon!”
After that, I was given “Joy Duty” for the afternoons, and I loved it. Some days were good days, and sometimes they weren’t. Her workshop was actually rather complicated. The kids were learning a medley of different Disney songs, with choreography. Joy pretty much already knew all the songs, which was great because I didn’t know how well she could read. She hated LEARNING the choreography, because they would play the same part of music over and over. She hated the repetition, and sometimes she just got tired out. So sometimes we had to have breaks and “Joy-appointed” time outs, just to talk and do puzzles. She learned the movements to the songs pretty well, but I always stood next to her, as if one of the kids, and did the routines with her. That seemed to help her a lot, helped her feel connected and helped her stay on track. Joy wanted and tried to make friends with the other kids, but that was hard. For one thing, she couldn’t remember their names, but would identify the kids like “the girl with the feather in her hair,” or “The girl with the funny laugh,” or even better, “You know, THAT girl!” Plus, I think a lot of the kids we scared of her, because she was really touchy. I didn’t mind if she held my hand, rubbed my arm, or gave me a kiss, but a seven-year-old might.
As the week went on, things went more and more smoothly. Her laugh was incredible and she never ceased to amaze me. She even auditioned for her favorite song, “Kiss the Girl” from “The Little Mermaid.” She didn’t get to solo, but I don’t think she even understood. She was just happy that she got sing and “make the kids happy.”
I was originally told that Joy would not participate in the “end of the week presentation” at all. But as the week went on, I hoped and hoped otherwise. She was eager to do the show, and I wanted more than anything for her to do it too. I knew that the idea of performing in front of a ton of people could cause a melt-down, but I was willing to risk having to deal with that. It wasn’t fair on her for her to practice so hard all week-long, and not have anything to show for it. So on the last run-through on Thursday, I had her do the whole thing without me. “Joy, can you show me how well you can do it?” She did the whole thing without a hitch. It was incredible. And the look on her face when she was looking at me, just melted my heart! I could see the pure joy on her face. Not only had she made me so proud, but she was sharing one of my favorite loves, singing and dancing. After the whole thing was over she exclaimed, “Heather, Heather! Did you see me? I did SO good! I did it all perfect! Did you see?”
The Friday performance was there before I knew it. I did have worry as we walked into the gym, for one thing because Joy hadn’t eaten any of her lunch. I knew it would be loud and echo-y in the gym, which could be a lot of sensory overload for her, for anyone hadn’t eaten properly. But we hustled in to the gym and got in to our spots where we sat and waited as announcements were made. Joy draped herself over my lap, and starting eating her lunch, right there on the gym floor. Finally the parents started to file in. The two of us watched and waited, looking for Joy’s mom. When most of the parents and there was still no sign of Joy’s mom, I started to worry. I thought to myself, “I’m going to have a serious meltdown on my hands if this girl’s mother doesn’t arrive.”
The first groups started their performances, and still no sign of Joy’s mom. Good thing WE weren’t first up! Finally, right before It was our workshop’s turn to start, we spied Joy’s mom walking in the door. We waved, and she waved back, looking almost surprised that her daughter was with the other children, ready to join in.
The kids scrambled to their places and the music began. Gotta admit, the adrenaline was pumping for me too. All of us camp counselors were kneeling in front of the kids, facing them, ready to prompt them with choreography. And then it started….and it was INCREDIBLE! The rundown of the songs went as follows:
- Be Our Guest (Beauty and the Beast)
- Belle (Beauty and the Beast)
- Arabian Nights (Aladdin)
- Kiss the Girl (The Little Mermaid)
- Part of Your World (The Little Mermaid)
- A Whole New World (Aladdin)
- Beauty and the Beast (Beauty and the Beast)
- Fathoms Below (Little Mermaid)
- Under the Sea (The Little Mermaid)
- Friend Like Me (Aladdin)
Whew! A lot to learn in one week, huh? But ALL the kids did incredible! It was like a miracle. Joy had gone from flopping around and barely being able to handle learning the work, to doing the routines almost perfectly! I was so proud of her, and she was incredible to watch! Because she was SO HAPPY! I see so many kids just go through the motions with performing (and LIFE for that matter). But that is the special thing about some special kids like Joy aren’t always afraid to show how DANG HAPPY they are! It’s just so simple: “This is what makes me happy, so here’s my lovely smile!”
Anyway, back on topic, Joy succeeded in every way. And her mother, with tears in her eyes, DEFINITELY agreed. Joy’s mother was very touched, and when I saw the look on her face, I knew I had been part of something miraculous. Her verbal gratitude toward me was beautiful. I am also pleased to say that I will most likely be babysitting Joy during the school year!
I finished the week feeling very accomplished. THIS is the reason I want to work with kids with special needs. It’s so fulfilling! I got to BE JESUS to this little girl for a week, and it blessed me SO MUCH!
During the past few months, and years of that matter, I have spent a lot of time in various coffee shops. Coffee shops are good for a lot of different things. They are good for charging laptops. They are good public places to stay safe in. Some coffee shops are open in the early morning, some are open late at night, some don’t close at all. This was some writing I did at a Starbucks in March. I was very frustrated because I had set up an ideal surrounding for myself to write, but then I couldn’t find anything to say. I ended up writing like this for a while…”free writing” of sorts…and then went home very frazzled. In reality I was still getting some medications sorted out.
Anyway…take a peek tonight into the (sometimes frustrating) mind of Heather. Go ahead, and then tell me what you think!
Tonight is a night of pondering.
Jars of Clay.
I wish I had the ability to take what is in my head and get it in words on this screen. There is so much I am longing to say, I just can’t seem to interpret it into words. I feel isolated. Trapped within my own mind, raging to get out. Where is God when I need him? In the words of Psalm 42, why are you cast down, oh my soul?
Their talking about you. Nobody like you. What a joke.
Where’s my camp? Where is my safe haven? Nowhere. It doesn’t exist.
God, be good to me. I’m trusting you will unmuddle my head soon.
I can’t feel you. You’re a cement wall in the sky. Frustration. Anger. Every emotion at once. Why is the writing thing sooooo hard? Why can’t I interpret what’s in my head?
“Darkness is my closest friend.”
My story is one of uncertainty.
Nicotine and Caffeine.
I’m losing it…
Jesus I’m crying out to you. Cover me. Help me function. I can’t do this on my own. Send me an angel of hope.
I remember swing parties and will be with you in spirit tonight, even though we are separated by some 66 years and an entire continent. I’m also excited for you as you prepare for your Great Adventure and will be mailing a contribution soon.I will also read your blog and email you from time to time. (I’m not a big Facebook fan.) When I turned 18, I had just finished my first year at Lindenwood College, a small Presbyterian school in St. Charles, MO, just outside St. Louis. I was on my own for the first time and loved every minute of it.
Aloha and Welcome to HeartBridge, Performing Arts & Media DTS!
We are so very happy to accept you as one of our 2014, JANUARY quarter DTS students! You are an answer to our prayers, by join our calling to Know God and Make Him Known through the Arts and Media.
Friday, January 3 / There will be orientation and a welcoming Celebration. ( We are encouraging every students to bring one small gift from your nation to present to the Lord as gift in this day.
Monday, January 6 / Our first full week of lectures begins.
Right from week 1 (Jan.6) – week 12 ( March28) the daily schedule will include Lecture content, plus Skills Training, which involves learning/rehearsing 1-hour long production called “Coming Home. If you want a glimpse, check our website: www.goheartbridge.com or www.uofnkona.edu – Performing Art (we will give you the weekly schedule on Arrival Day.)
Then, March 30 – June 30 will be tour ( Outreach ) to the Hong Kong ? and South Korea for 3 months. ( Cost is $6,000 )- Please open to change. We are still praying.
( We might have HeartBridge Company extended tour in Korea for one or two more months. )
During week one, it is our custom to hold auditions for every student to try anything you want. That will help our very experienced staff to identify your best gift for JESUS.
Many students have been asking what date they should book their return home. I recommend scheduling your return ticket home some time around July. 1-3.
And we might recruit few people for “Heartbridge Company” extended one or two more months tour in same nation we are ending if we see your skill level is intermediate to pro and character is mature. Also we will have time to recruit for next our staff. Then if you want to move into next YWAM, Kona Staff or other courses then YOU need to Change the date for your return ticket later.
For your information, we also have an incredible continual secondary school Biblical Foundation for the Art ( Sep. ) & School of Performing Art 1 ( Jan.) scheduled to start as module course towards AA or BA degree for the U of N, that may serve as the perfect warm up for you to join our two-year Performing Arts degree track called “Center Stage,” which runs from early as September , 2013. Please check the course info :www.uofnkona.edu and you can register through online after completed your DTS.
We welcome any student who has successfully completed the PADTS to audition for our full-time performing arts company called HeartBridge if your Art skill is intermediate or professional level with mature character .
Well, we are so excited to see you soon and pray for you that God will protect you and provide everything you need. May all your friends and families will blessed by your obedience to God!
Friends, I am humbled and overwhelmed. These last couple days God is making his plan so clear. His timing is not our timing, his ways are not our ways. But he does have our joys and dreams in mind.
I’m going to be honest here, thus week has been challenging. Due to some unexpected recent events I have been experiencing PTSD. I have been having some every similar emotions as expressed in the piece I wrote in mid-February if this past year.
Nothing makes me happy right now. Really truly happy. I smiled when I talked to Hannah on the phone, I chuckled at dance when Benny the dog was being silly. But where is that complete feeling that I used to know? I used to feel full, but now I’m empty, and I’m not sure what will fill me up again.
Is Jesus enough? I sincerely believe that he is a God that can do all things, but does that mean that we depend on only him? Are those pills that I have learned to resent part of God’s will for me?
A woman that I look up to always tells me that “we are rulers of our own destiny.” I think there is truth in this, yet where does God’s sovereignty fit in? I want to have a successful life, I have dreams and goals. But I’m not there yet. I’m stuck in the here and now, where sleeping feels good, living takes work and God feels so far away.
When I can think clearly enough, these are the questions I am asking. Yet for the last few days (or weeks), thinking clearly is rare. My thoughts conflict, and stress comes rushing in like a whirlwind. I want help, I need something to change. I don’t know what that looks like, and I’m scared.
My 18th birthday is quickly approaching, and I’m moving out this Saturday. This new freedom is something I have dreamed of for years, bu suddenly, its scary. Maybe that is normal? Maybe I just won’t know until I’m there.
Well, I have to be up and moving in six hours, so I should probably wrap up my rambling. Maybe this has done some good? Maybe I will awake with renewed energy and motivation? Somehow I doubt it. For now I will give in to sleep and hope for a better day tomorrow. Help me Jesus, I am lost within myself. Teach me to find myself in you.
Thank you for reading my friends. Please don’t hesitate at all to send a prayer in my name! Please do! These are hard days, everything aches and hurts.