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How You Live. It's a song I used to love to listen to when I was young, and just happened upon it again months ago. Doesn't have the best theology, but hey? Didn't I say I was young? It still rings true just as much as it did before, anyway. Take time to watch a sunrise out your bedroom window. Wear your favorite dress, and use your best dishes. Make big messes and wishes... In short, THIS LIFE is short. I need to take advantage of the little time that I have here. Use it. I'll be remembered for how I lived, not all the silly little accomplishments that I think are important right now. 

I need to enjoy living, but also give of myself. Spread the love around. Wear my favorite clothes and use my best dishes, but be okay with it when that favorite dress gets an oil stain from cooking dinner, and those perfect dishes shatter when they drop from little chubby hands trying to help get dinner on the table. Get the radio out, set in the middle of the room. Crank the volume up loud. DANCE. Put aside all the distractions, and pull the whole family in. God gave me a life and turned that life into something beautiful... isn't that something to sing about? He gave me a wonderful family, and so many sweet hearts to teach and learn from... isn't that something to dance about?

Turn it up loud.

Wake up to the sunlight
With your windows open
Don't hold in your anger or leave things unspoken
Wear your red dress
Use your good dishes
Make a big mess and make lots of wishes
Have what you want
But want what you have
And don't spend your life lookin' back

Turn up the music
Turn it up loud
Take a few chances
Let it all out
You won't regret it
Lookin' back from where you have been
Cuz it's not who you knew
And it's not what you did
It's how you live

So go to the ballgames
And go to the ballet
And go see your folks more than just on the holidays
Kiss all your children
Dance with your wife
Tell your husband you love him every night
Don't run from the truth
'Cause you can't get away
Just face it and you'll be okay

Turn up the music
Turn it up loud
Take a few chances
Let it all out
You won't regret it
Lookin' back from where you have been
'Cause it's not who you knew
And it's not what you did
It's how you live

Oh wherever you are and wherever you've been
Now is the time to begin

So give to the needy
And pray for the grieving
E'en when you don't think that you can
'Cause all that you do is bound to come back to you
So think of your fellow man
Make peace with God and make peace with yourself
'Cause in the end there's nobody else

Turn up the music
Turn it up loud
Take a few chances
Let it all out
'Cause you won't regret it
Lookin' back from where you have been
'Cause it's not who you knew
And it's not what you did
It's how you live

'Cause it's not who you knew
And it's not what you did
It's how you live

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