Thursday, December 31, 2009

Christmas 2009

(please note that I've edited several times due to annoyance with formatting)

Good times had by all...  


Part 1: Family

(Sung to the tune of 12 Days of Christmas, with flexible creative license and numeration)

3 Ornery Nephews, 2 much eating, 1 Pretty Niece...

...and the family in front of the tree.

 Part II: The Wii
Everyone participated...yes... everyone (except Luke and Eyla)

mom bowling
Josh and Austin Golfing

and my dad and my Miis golfing.

Part III: Floor Hockey
A yearly tradition (for at least the last few years) has been to drive to Edgerton, OH to play floor hockey with the Stiver family and friends.

Two hours of great exercise and fun. Unfortunately, I missed the 'post-game festivities.'
(i hoped to put a video of the festivities from last year, but, alas, couldn't... yet)

anyway... merry christmas from NW Ohio

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Snowmen and Candycanes...

I think I just set a record for earliest gift-wrapping finish.

I've literally wrapped presents an hour before they are ripped open. Not this year.

Hoping to drive the Vue to Ohio.
Hoping the weather cooperates.
Hoping = praying.
I invite everyone to "hope" with me.

Merry Christmas

Andrew Peterson says it well...

"Sing out with joy for the brave little Boy,
Who was God, but He made Himself nothing.
Well, He gave up His pride,
and He came here to die like a man"

My Christmas gift to you...listen ... and be reminded and blessed of what we have to celebrate

Monday, December 14, 2009


Love it...
I had it twice this week,
once in Wichita, once in Lawrence.

Most people think it's just "raw fish."

I used to think the same thing.
But then I actually tried it, liked it, and decided that it's much better than I thought. 
So... the moral, my friends is, "Try it before you knock it."

My friends have fallen in love with this place in Lawrence...
Besides the sushi, I loved hangin' with this little lady, her mommy and daddy, and her nonnie. Notice the "I Love Sushi" bib that Uncle Jim bought her.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Giving of Thanks Day Thoughts

I'd say I'm pretty honest, even self-deprecating at times. I'm one of the first to recognize when I've screwed up or in the wrong (not all the time, mind you... but most of the time), and am pretty motivated to either make things right or apologize where I don't have control or opportunity to change those things. I'm conscientious like that.

I'm riding a roller coaster these days of contentment and angst, peace and turmoil, joy and frustration.
I find myself frustrated by many unanswered questions, as if I'm entitled to more... entitled to God's immediate pandering to my dislike of waiting and feeling out of control. I don't really believe this, but I live and act as if God owes me something for my obedience and that I've somehow earned a reprieve from frustration because I throw Him some token nuggets of 'christian behavior.'

Anyway... I'm aware of how much I have to be thankful for today, and also aware that the only reason that I'm not more thankful and joyful these days is that I don't really know how good I have it.

I'm blessed and I'm spoiled. 

Like many Americans (and many Christian Americans), I gripe about the inconvenience of so many things, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am in a very slim percentile of privilege in a world of poverty...financially, for sure, but also spiritually.

And I have, thankfully, some renewed perspective today...

  • I listened to a lady share today about how she was thankful to be alive after battling cancer the last couple years, surviving the grim prognosis and short time table of doctors.
  • I've encountered tons of people (sadly, too many) over the last several years who are lonely and disconnected, and whose families do nothing but find fault and/or verbally, physically, and emotionally abuse.
  • I've seen people at shelters and begging on street corners and highways who have no home, no food, and only the clothes on their back.
So today (and hopefully, moment by moment, daily) I'm thankful for...
  • friends and family who love me and who are walking with me prayerfully through this season of transition.
  • health and the ability and opportunity to move and breathe and live without physical hindrances.
  • a roof, and not just a roof, but the comfort of life that many people don't experience- abundance of food, too many clothes, t.v., wireless internet... hot water...
  • a job that pays the bills
  • worth that is not based on what I do or what I know...
I told one of my former youth kids young men (now involved in full-time ministry) that I was struggling with the limbo I am in and frustrated by the lack of answers.

His response?  "It's a good thing that your status as a son of the King is not in limbo."


Thank you, Lord, for Your patience with this spoiled brat son upon whom You've lavished the riches of Your love and grace. Keep me mindful of the reality of Your perfect presence and provision.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Some guys have all the luck...

Warning... discretion advised... not for the squeamish

So... adding more trophies to the "kill" list...

 This little guy wasn't able to out-slither my mower, got frustrated, and lost his head. 

On the home front...
The mouse trap has been empty. Maybe it's the new bait... broken fortune cookie.

Which is sad... because the fortune cookie said "Keep an eye open for an opportunity soon to arrive."
(i kid you not.... appropriate, right?)

I was sure it was talking about another mouse.

My little brother had to fill in the gaps... he sent this by phone.  Like brother, like brother.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Another one bites the dust...

Same song, second verse...

Ralph's cousin, Roger, got caught today. I'm beginning to think about starting a Saturday morning hunting show on ESPN, focused on rodent removal.

I would sign an endorsement with "Catchmaster" glue traps... yep, and for big bucks.

I'm not sure I'm ready to do this every day for the rest of the winter. The roomies and I may have to figure out some preventative measures to keep the little guys from committing suicide by getting within reach of my pest removal skills.

It's like fishing in a barrel.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Behind the wheel...

Fixed the pictures....

A couple pics from my day driving limo...

Pretty impressed by the Patriot Guard today... their 'community,' their respect, their emotion, and the support of a grieving widow.

It's hard to describe the picture of so many bikes riding in procession behind the limo I was driving. I wish I could have taken a picture. I guess I'll always have one in my head.

I was also impressed by the respect of people as the funeral procession passed... some had their hands over their hearts; some just stood and watched; some saluted; all pulled over and waited. I thought that the whole "pull over to honor the dead" practice was, for lack of a better word, "dead." It was nice to see that people still pause in respect.

okay... that's entirely too much blogging in a 24-hour period...

Ralph S. Mouse...

Did you ever read those books?

Growing up, I was pretty intrigued by Ralph S. Mouse, his life and his motorcycle.
I read a lot of books and Beverly Cleary's books were among my favorites...
(mostly the Ramona books, and, yes, Ralph S. Mouse, "Rodent Extraordinaire.")

Fast-forward several years and I find a couple things have changed. Clancy and friends (Tom, that is...with John Grisham, Robert Ludlum, et al.) have taken the place of Cleary. And, also, my fascination with rodents has been replaced by a deep disgust.

Those feelings of disgust were only confirmed and strengthened yesterday when I found a trail of turds criss-crossing my 'food shelves' in our house pantry closet. See Exhibits A, B, C...

This was actually the second day of 'evidence,'
so I pulled out a trusty glue trap from my stash,
piled some mouse-gnawed granola bar in the middle, and topped it off with a dollop of peanut butter.
Eat your heart out, Martha Stewart, Stuart Little, and any other 'celebrities' connected with food and/or fictional rodent literature!

And this is what I found this morning...

I'm happy to say that this little guy's motorcycle riding days are over...happier that the turd-laying, food-contaminating days are over.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Groundskeeping, Beard-keeping, and limos...

For the last month or so, I have been working on over-seeding the lawns at Kensington Gardens. The new grass has been coming up well with the moisture, warm weather and sunshine that we're having.

But I have also been working on growing something else...

the beard.

Actually, this is not quite the reality.

I trimmed it a couple weeks ago, so imagine it a bit
more like this...------------->
(a bit, but not quite)

Some people pick their hair and leave the pick in.
I tried it with my beard. Let's just say that the
'chia-beard' is thick.

or was....

I was asked to be a limo driver for a funeral tomorrow...

so I trimmed the beard and the hair.
(not totally different from my 'day job'...
just a different medium to work with. )

Now... imagine this face, with a suit and tie, behind the wheel of a limo.

Yep... you guessed it...
the surreal life.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

A 'tilted halo' song...

I referred to this song in my last post...

It's always grabbed me, but more so tonight....

Come, Lord Jesus (click link...listen)by Andrew Peterson

Tonight in the line of the merchandise store

While they were packing up my bags
I saw the pictures of the prophets of the picket signs
Screaming, 'God hates fags'

And it feels like the church isn't anything more
Then the second coming of the Pharisees
Scrubbing each other 'til their tombs are white
They chisel epitaphs of piety

Oh, there's a burning down inside of me
'Cause the battle seems so lost
And it's raging on so silently
We forget it's being fought

So, Amen
Come, Lord Jesus
Oh, Amen
Come Lord Jesus

It's taken me years in the race just to get this far
Still there is no end in sight,
There's no end in sight
'Cause I've carried my cross into dens of the wicked
And you know I blended in just fine

Well, I'm weak and I'm weary of breaking His heart
With the cycle of my sin, of my sin
Still He turns His face to me and I kiss it
Just to betray Him once again

Well, I've got oceans down inside of me
I can feel the billows roll
With the mercy that comes thundering
O'er the waters of my soul

So, Amen
Come, Lord Jesus
Oh, Amen
Come, Lord Jesus

Tonight in the light of the gathering rain
I could hear creation groan
And a sigh rose up from the streets of the city
To the foot of Heaven's throne

Oh, and the people hear the sound of a sweet refrain
An absolution in the fray, in the fray
It tells of the death of the One for the lives of the many
More than any picket sign could say

So, Amen
Come, Lord Jesus
Oh, Amen
Come, Lord Jesus

yep... amen... let it be so

Tilted Halos...

I'm reading Brennan Manning's Ragamuffin Gospel. I've had it forever, but have never picked it up. I'm glad I did. It's been a good read so far, four chapters in. And the last chapter, chapter four, was the best so far. It seems ready-made for this season of life and underlines some things that God seems to be speaking.

Have you ever made a little halo over your head when you were facetiously trying to convince someone of your 'angelic innocence?' It's a cute little maneuver that I've utilized on several occasions, complete with a sly grin and sometimes a wink. It's actually more an admission of guilt than anything, and seems to communicate, "I know I'm being ornery/difficult/bad, but let's overlook that because you love me."

Manning starts chapter four with a little story about a self-righteous guy who takes himself way too seriously. He goes to the doctor who tries to diagnose the cause of the man's headache. After piously and indignantly answering the doctor's questions about his lifestyle and personal habits, the doctor offers this advice... "Simple, my dear fellow! Your trouble is you have your halo on too tight. All we need to do is loosen it a bit."


Brennan's point is clearly made throughout this chapter...too many people- Christian people- are walking around with their halos screwed down so tight that they are 1) hurting themselves and their understanding of God's love and grace, and 2) they are completely irrelevant to a hurting world who have no illusions of wearing a halo, let alone having it on straight and tight.

"The tilted halo of the saved sinner
is worn loosely and with easy grace."


Do we Christians really understand what we're "peddling?" I become less and less convinced of that the longer I live. And that's not a calloused bash against 'the church.' That's a sad commentary on my own life as well. Too many people are falling through the cracks because we/I talk a good game, but don't necessarily live it.

The cute, 'angelic halo maneuver' that many Christians do stopped being cute to 'the world' a long time ago. The gig is up. We've been uncovered and exposed.

Andrew Peterson has a song lyric that says,

"And it feels like the church isn't anything more
than the second coming of the Pharisees,
scrubbing each other 'til their tombs are white
They chisel epitaphs of piety"

I just feel like life has become a lot less "black and white" and "messier" than it used to seem. That's not a factor of TRUTH changing, but rather the reality of life when you are rubbing shoulders with people going through heavy, heavy stuff (let alone my/our own 'stuff'). Cliche, pat answers just don't carry a lot of weight in 'real life.' But for some reason, I/we haven't had the guts to admit that.

Part of the problem is that too many people-christian people, who claim to have the answers- are living with tight halos and cliche answers. And not just the tight halos and cliche answers.... but the lack of joy, the petty bickering, and the same hangups (albeit hidden) that 'the world' is condemned for struggling with.

Been there/done that... unfortunately.

"We" have tried to throw token answers and quick-fixes at people with gaping holes in their hearts and lives, and then wonder why some people aren't giving church and God a chance, or having given it a chance, are leaving faith and fellowship disillusioned and dissatisfied. We throw out the right verse or say the right thing, but seem to live as if we don't really believe it ourselves.

Having been a leader in the church, that's hard to admit. But admitting that weakness, although hard, is part of the reality of the "tilted halo" isn't it?

So what?

So... we/I need to get real. We/I need to get serious about living grace, not with tighter halos, but more sensitive ears and eyes and hearts.

Manning describes 'getting serious' this way...

The disciple living by grace (rather than law)...
1) ...trusts in the redeeming work of Christ and lives it by moving from 'mistrust to trust' with God, others and himself/herself.
2) characterized by a 'poverty of spirit' where he/she is deeply thankful for life and all God's favor, leaves others feeling blessed and esteemed (instead of judged), and lives in healthy humility
3)... lives in honesty, rejecting manipulation and deception, living transparently, and admitting limits even while rejoicing in a God who works without limits.


and now... my favorite paragraph of chapter four (Manning quoting a book by Donald McCullough)...

"Grace means that in the middle of our struggle the referee blows the whistle and announces the end of the game. We are declared winners and sent to the showers. It's over for all the huffing, puffing piety to earn God's favor; it's finished for all the sweat-soaked straining to secure self-worth; it's the end of all competitive scrambling to get ahead of others in the game. Grace means that God is on our side and thus we are victors regardless of how well we played the game. We might as well head for the showers and the champagne celebration."


Much to think about....much more to apply... personally and corporately.

amen... let it be so.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Current Employment


this is the organization I work for. I didn't know that they had a website before today. They have more beautiful pictures of where I work than I have shared (or taken). Yep... this is the place. My first day, my boss said that keeping it beautiful is a way of helping people who are grieving. So... i guess it's sort of a continuation of my "ministry career."

Good people...although I wouldn't have ever imagined working for them. God works in mysterious ways in obscure jobs.

The word for this season of my life continues to be s-u-r-r-e-a-l (read "crazy limbo")

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Wingfeather Saga Book Two: Fangs Strike Back!!!

I’m finding that Hollywood has a shaky record on sequels of late. The days of classic sequels like “The Empire Strikes Back” or the more recent “LOTR: The Two Towers” seem few and far between. The ‘2nd edition’ has too often been an opportunity to try to make an easy buck, piggy-backing on the buzz of the first movie by simply regurgitating or recycling a tired plot, and then jazzing it up with overdone action, CGI, or heightened skin exposure and sexual tension.

A good sequel is hard to come by.

Andrew Peterson, however, distances himself from the Hollywood norm (let that be the understatement of the century), and brings a quality sophomore book offering, something for which I am thankful.

A side note…
AP is one of my favorite music artists and lyricists, a man who loves God and his family, and who values and esteems people. He is someone who I‘ve found can get lost in the moment, sidetracked by a funny story or tangent thought, and is quick to not only draw attention to, but laugh at his miscues. He also speaks, writes and sings deeply out of his own journey, and invites people to journey with him. He has never disappointed me in concert; never let me down with a new album. I listen to his music for 3 reasons… beautiful musicianship, lyrics that grab you with richness and depth, and the winsome sharing of a heart and life through music and words that you can relate to personally.

And now that he is delving into the waters of fantasy adventure novels, I’m finding that he doesn’t disappoint there, either.

AP’s latest book in the Wingfeather Saga Series, North! Or Be Eaten was not only much-anticipated, but became the kind of ‘can’t-put-it-down,’ ‘keep-me-up-late-at-night-tired-for-work-the-next-day’ book that I was hoping it would be. I reread book one, On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, to prepare myself for the sequel and to reacquaint me with the characters and story. I took OTEoTDSoD on a three week trip abroad knowing that when I got home, N!OBE would be waiting.

The Igiby Family adventure picked up seamlessly from the end of book one, with the family on the run from the Fangs of Dang, hiding in the tree house of their brother-in-law and uncle, Artham Wingfeather, Throne Warden of the Kingdom of Anniera (aka Pete the Sock Man). Their stay in Glipwood Forest is short-lived, as they are flushed out of their hiding spot by a determined army of Fangs, and hurtled forward in an adventure that gains momentum with each turn of the page.

(For those who haven’t read On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, not only is it a must read, but it introduces you to Podo Helmer, his daughter Nia Igiby, and her kids Janner, Tink and Leeli. It even tells you why Leeli’s dog Nugget is GINORMOUS, and why they are running for their lives from lizard people from another part of the planet, Aerwiar. It also tells you that the Igiby’s have a very special family history, a fact that is responsible of all their trouble with the Dang Fangs…

…so if you are out of the loop, read the first book… you can also go here for some background and helpful info)

N!OBE is definitely a notch above the first book in terms of action and adventure. The tongue-in-cheek commentary is still there, to some degree, but N!OBE is a little faster hitting. AP introduced readers to the world of Aerwiar and its inhabitants in book one, and seems to 'get after it' a bit more in book two.

Enter Gargan Rockroaches, bomnubbles, caped crusaders, and even a group of people called Stranders that are an evil, knife-wielding cross between the Herdmans (“The Greatest Christmas Pageant Ever”) and the hillbilly "Darling family" (picture right) from the Andy Griffith Show. The Stranders play a pivotal role in the Igiby story and, we discover, have a curious connection to their past.

Enter suspense and betrayal, sacrifice and loss. Be ready to ride the rollercoaster of emotion as you follow the characters through hairpin plot turns and unforeseen twists. There will be at least a few moments where you fear for the lives of characters you grow to love, and hope for the demise of characters you come to despise. Heroes and villains...isn't that what makes a good story? (by the way...AP not only sets the stage for book 3, but also gives enough intriguing back story to make me think that the Wingfeather Series should have a prequel or two...)

The Igibys are joined on the adventure by Oskar N. Reteep, the owner and proprietor of Books and Crannies (a novelty bookstore in Glipwood Township, boasting the most complete collection of books and history of the people of Skree). Oskar brings his 'master of the obvious' quote repertoire to the journey, and is responsible for a LOL moment as I read.


another side note...

One thing that I like about AP’s writing, both musically and now in his novels, is its flexibility. The books, for sure, and several of his songs have their light and whimsical side. The books can be read for pure entertainment and enjoyment. But there is the ability, too, in both music and literary realms to take a listener/reader quickly and effortlessly beyond the temporal to the eternal, while still being something tangible and relate-able. AP's flexibility, in that sense, make his 'art' attractive to kids and adults, alike, in different ways and in different settings. (And something I've found for sure... sometimes it takes a couple listens/reads before I realize that AP is communicating on a much deeper plane than I first realized)

Case in point: One can read the books as an opportunity to spend some quality time with kids, reading a great and entertaining book at bedtime... or whenever. (It's obvious that several families do just that with the Wingfeather Series).

Or... it is easy to go to a deeper level...
-the Igiby family are exiles from a distant kingdom fighting for survival in a place that is not 'home.'
-the growing pains of Janner and Tink, hesitant to know how to live out their true identities,
-the classic saga of 'good vs. evil' is the all-encompassing reality that creates the adventure

While the Igiby family has arisen from the creativity of AP's brain, it is not hard to put ourselves in their shoes and their adventure. The world of Aerwiar is a picture of ours and the story is a creative look at the lives and adventures of all who are 'pilgrims in a foreign land,' longing for home and for wholeness. The characters' challenge of identity mirror our own struggles to live with dual-world citizenship and identities that are far deeper than what we do for a living, what our national flag looks like, or what color our skin is.


I hate to write more about the story itself, for fear of giving away the twists and turns of the plot. But suffice it to say, N!OBE was worth the wait, worth the late nights , and well worth supporting someone who knows how to produce a quality sequel.

Well done, AP! Thanks for letting us inside the creative adventure of your mind and heart. Bring on BOOK THREE!

Thanks to publicist Kelly Blewett for the opportunity to review the book!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

It's Here! Hope is here!

You can imagine how people respond when you say that you're going to spend almost 3 weeks in the Caribbean... a roll of the eyes when you mention that it's a "mission trip"... a groan of jealousy... an incredulous look that says, "seriously?"


On this side of my trip with Operation Mobilization on board the Logos Hope, I'm still processing the impact of an amazing and encouraging experience. I was deeply blessed, had my eyes opened to a pretty neat and, previously, unknown context for ministry. I also was blessed with a new network of godly people from some 43 countries.

OM has found a unique niche ministry in ports all over the world by visiting countries by ship. This spring, they finished work on the latest edition to their fleet, the Logos Hope, a former ferry boat from the Faroe Islands. The Logos Hope set sail in Europe and is now visiting the islands of the Caribbean, bringing "knowledge, help, and hope."

I was invited on this adventure by friends, Jim and Shirley
Goering, attenders of GCC where I used to serve, and
supporters of OM's ministry. (They have great hearts for God
and for people, and regularly travel to serve).

There are 350-some people on board, serving in a variety of ways-- from the 'deck crew' who help ensure the safety and reliability of the ship's operations, to the 'line up crew' who enter port cities to prepare the way months before the ship, to the 'galley and pantry crew' who serve some 1500 meals a day. That's only a fractional view of the amazing ministry taking place on board, not to mention the teams that go ashore to serve in churches, schools, and neighborhoods.

The Logos Hope has an entire deck (Deck 4) set aside for visitors. People enter the boat and purchase books from a bookstore (offering thousands of titles), hear about the ministry of OM globally, and even can buy ice cream or snacks in an onboard cafe. Throughout their time on board, these visitors have several encounters with crew members who are looking for opportunities to bless, encourage, and share eternal 'hope' with them. I was able to be with the ship on its visits to Grenada and Tobago. 43,500 people visited in St. Vincent (the port before Grenada), and close to 23,000 in Grenada. They were still coming to the ship in Tobago when I left.

I served in the galley/pantry and
then helped greet and talk to
visitors on Deck 4. Both experiences
were a blessing, and a neat look
at people using their unique gifts to serve.
And that was the lasting impression...
the "gifts of the body" in so many ways contributing to the whole of the ministry.

Another opportunity I had was to show how out of shape I was by playing with the soccer ministry team. 14 people from the ship went and played against a local club team. After the game, one of the guys from the Logos Hope shared his testimony and encouraged the young men and women to think eternally about what God has in store for their lives. I was able to 'encourage' a young man by allowing him to juke me... my ministry heart at work...

I was deeply blessed in a time of worship led by people from 10 different nations... a vivid illustration of Revelation 7...
9After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne
and in front of the Lamb.They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.10And they cried out in a loud voice: "Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb."

And... they even sang The Happy Song... here's a short preview from the band warmup...

I had some great times with Jesus... sunset devotions on deck, witnessing the amazing beauty of our "God of Wonders," and being blessed and challenged through testimonies and sharing of some very godly people...

yep... seriously...

and one final glimpse that sums up the beauty and blessing of this trip... (compliments of another gifted crew member- the ship's photographer)

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

A Preview of blogs to come...

So... the blog has been silent of late... for good reason.
I'm still getting used to blogspot...
I haven't had time to blog...
I moved...
I left the country for almost 3 weeks...

But, so that I can set some goals, as well as give interested people hope... here's a preview of things to come.

...a recap of my trip to the Carribbean with OM Ships ( aboard the Logos Hope

... a book review of Andrew Peterson's latest offering in The Wingfeather Saga series.

So... for all you faithful and patient, yet frustrated, readers.... stay tuned.

Monday, July 20, 2009

My new life...

I haven't totally got used to blogspot yet, but am working on it. I wasn't completely satisfied with Xanga's offerings, and I know many use BLOGSPOT, so...

My life and schedule have changed dramatically in the last three weeks. Gone are the days of Letterman, Conan and double episodes of Seinfeld. I'm in "earlier" to bed/early to rise mode as I enter my third week of work at a cemetery in Wichita. It's been nice to be outdoors, except on those 107 degree days. It's actually been pretty pleasant the last few work days.

  • It's good and weird to have to clean dirt out from your fingernails.
  • It's good and weird to pack my lunch every day with a thermos jug of water.
  • It's good and weird to see more deer and rabbits than people throughout the day.
  • It's weird to have to check my email solely on my phone or at a coffee shop (as opposed to "my" office)
  • It's just good to be doing a job where you can see immediate results for your labor. I find myself needing that after several years of ministry with people.
  • It's weird to live in the same town but not see most of the people that I've done ministry with for the almost 1/3 of my life.
Anyway... change. Not all bad... not all good.

here's some pics... landscaping work and John Deere toys that fill my days... my tractor certification and obstacle course in FFA as a high school freshman is paying off.

yep... life looks a little different. I'm finding that increased mower/Gator/car make for increased prayer time. That can only be good.

It's almost 6 p.m. and I feel like I could go to bed soon... yep... change

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

A new season... a new blog

change is the name of this season...

and here's a new blog to chart the course

happy trails

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