Grey. Dark Grey. Red, large and comfy. Brown. Floor of black be gone. Floating furniture no more. Turquoise. Beautiful bed. Warm room. New fan. Ah, the walls the walls. The peace that comes at night. Dim lights. Yummy beer. Tasty treats. Oh, and our friend - Doc Martin. Closet, transformed. Organized by me your local sore-kneed pastor. Lines. I love lines. Straight lines. Clean lines. White. White base boards. Yes. Lines. Coffee. Nespresso - yummy.
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Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Thursday, 21 June 2012
Beyond Arizona . . . a Post for Mr. Gilchrist
It all began on a cool early morning a few weeks ago. The heat hadn't touch down, but I am sure that it was on its way. Moving quickly - the wheels found the pavement and off we went. Faster than you could say Carls Jr., the colors changed and the the air found a cooler way to blow. Windmills, houses, trees, cows, sheep, trucks, and dirt were all but a dream left behind to be pondered by some poor electric powered monster. A night in a small room and quick breakfast . . . Then mountains, hills, and the smell of rain and puke explosive celebrations in our minds. We venture on!
The love of Jesus found us in a quiet windless Oregon married to white carpet, brown couches, and no TV. Stop, screamed the suburb! Lilly loud snails and cherry trees are no match for the strep monster. Lights out!! Love of God. Thanks to the great medical debit card. All praise to penicillin.
Come to us Seattle. You beautiful green light and overcast madness. Join us "house of Christ" . . . Beer, Red Mill, and coffee all sprinkled with lovely Red Lettered double drums and a pretty good picture of me and the fam.
Dessert, my friend, was friends at the bottom Queen Ann topped with wine and late night conversations. To iron works we will travel - loose the disc, climb the mountain, fight the gas tank, and finally interrupt the misdirected GPS.
The end is coming. All the trolls plan a chase - us and me - through the Redwoods and down into the water. The end is a roller coasters of joy. Star Wars engaged with screams of silly 6 year olds is sure to be found before the touch down of tar and wheel mixed with the heat of day and all goes quiet.
The love of Jesus found us in a quiet windless Oregon married to white carpet, brown couches, and no TV. Stop, screamed the suburb! Lilly loud snails and cherry trees are no match for the strep monster. Lights out!! Love of God. Thanks to the great medical debit card. All praise to penicillin.
Come to us Seattle. You beautiful green light and overcast madness. Join us "house of Christ" . . . Beer, Red Mill, and coffee all sprinkled with lovely Red Lettered double drums and a pretty good picture of me and the fam.
Dessert, my friend, was friends at the bottom Queen Ann topped with wine and late night conversations. To iron works we will travel - loose the disc, climb the mountain, fight the gas tank, and finally interrupt the misdirected GPS.
The end is coming. All the trolls plan a chase - us and me - through the Redwoods and down into the water. The end is a roller coasters of joy. Star Wars engaged with screams of silly 6 year olds is sure to be found before the touch down of tar and wheel mixed with the heat of day and all goes quiet.
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Websites of the Week
Net Bible: I like this bible translation
Open Audio: Copyright going old school. None of that Creative Commons stuff.
NT Wright Page: I visit this page often. Can't get enough of good old NT. He definitely influences the way I think about the New Testament.
Corrie Wise: This girl knows how to write - plus she goes to my church.
O.k., so I have a terrible case of "Spring Fever." All I want to do is take naps in the park, take long walks, sit and drink coffee on the porch, sword fight with my son, and tease and tickle my 9 year old daughter.
Tomorrow and Saturday are going to be long days. On Friday I have a Pilgrim Group in the morning, a strategy meeting with Rod and James, Pilgrim Group at lunch time, and High School Group dinner is at my house. On Saturday the family has a baby shower and two birthdays to attend and shuffle kids to. I'm also cooking for church on Sunday evening, and I'm also doing the cooking for Friday Night.
Plus, I have a song in my head that I need to write, but that's gonna take some time.
Open Audio: Copyright going old school. None of that Creative Commons stuff.
NT Wright Page: I visit this page often. Can't get enough of good old NT. He definitely influences the way I think about the New Testament.
Corrie Wise: This girl knows how to write - plus she goes to my church.
O.k., so I have a terrible case of "Spring Fever." All I want to do is take naps in the park, take long walks, sit and drink coffee on the porch, sword fight with my son, and tease and tickle my 9 year old daughter.
Tomorrow and Saturday are going to be long days. On Friday I have a Pilgrim Group in the morning, a strategy meeting with Rod and James, Pilgrim Group at lunch time, and High School Group dinner is at my house. On Saturday the family has a baby shower and two birthdays to attend and shuffle kids to. I'm also cooking for church on Sunday evening, and I'm also doing the cooking for Friday Night.
Plus, I have a song in my head that I need to write, but that's gonna take some time.
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