So I finally went to buy a Christmas tree tonight. We had been waiting for no particular reason except that we've been so stinkin' busy lately and wouldn't have had a chance to decorate before now anyway.
Beth was out and about today and checked out the stores to see what was left. She called me to let me know that Lowe's had all their trees 50% off. Woo hoo! Nothing like saving a little dough. So once I quit my work for the day, I made my way to pick one up.
However, when I go there, the trees were no longer half price. No, in fact, the sign read, "All live trees $10."
That's what I'm talkin' about! A beautiful 7' balsam fir for 10 bucks!
Tomorrow night our gorgeous daughter Molly will be here to help us trim the tree and decorate the house.
That'll be nice.
Dec 17, 2007
Dec 12, 2007
a poem
inspired by a drive across the bay...
fluid glass
shardless breaks
as deltoid appendage
arches skyward
with natural grace
with wet spray
slips below again
as band strikes
and familiar words are heard...
"They call him Flipper, Flipper..."
hehe
fluid glass
shardless breaks
as deltoid appendage
arches skyward
with natural grace
with wet spray
slips below again
as band strikes
and familiar words are heard...
"They call him Flipper, Flipper..."
hehe
Dec 9, 2007
Small successes
Last night, our church sponsored a benefit dinner and concert for us and our work in Ireland. Tables were set up and huge amounts of spaghetti, garlic bread and salad were prepared.
As we were planning for this event, the thought crossed my mind that we were getting a bit close to Christmas and our attendance could be affected. Well, it was.
But here's the deal: Although the crowd was small, it was such a sweet evening. After dinner, Beth and I did a mini concert, then we shared about our ministry followed by Q&A. We then finished up the evening with a time of worship.
The whole evening was a win in my mind. It was like sitting around with family and having a good time together. There was a common spirit there and God remained the focus of the night.
For as small as the crowd was we were amazed at the response we received in financial support. Not only did we have a healthy amount raised from the event itself, we also have been able to add several Ministry Partners (monthly supporters) to our list.
If you weren't able to make it, we will have another event in a few month's time.
As we were planning for this event, the thought crossed my mind that we were getting a bit close to Christmas and our attendance could be affected. Well, it was.
But here's the deal: Although the crowd was small, it was such a sweet evening. After dinner, Beth and I did a mini concert, then we shared about our ministry followed by Q&A. We then finished up the evening with a time of worship.
The whole evening was a win in my mind. It was like sitting around with family and having a good time together. There was a common spirit there and God remained the focus of the night.
For as small as the crowd was we were amazed at the response we received in financial support. Not only did we have a healthy amount raised from the event itself, we also have been able to add several Ministry Partners (monthly supporters) to our list.
If you weren't able to make it, we will have another event in a few month's time.
"You're not Superman..."
You know what? She's right.
I got up early yesterday for my quiet time and quickly realized that I was going to be fighting off drowsiness the whole time (does that ever happen to you? Probably not.) so I decided to go for a prayer walk.
As I got dressed, I thought that I should grab some candy on my way out to carry with me (I'm a diabetic). All the while, I'm trying not to wake Beth. I write her a note, knowing that she'll most likely wake up before I return and quietly head out the door.
It's a beautiful morning -- warm and foggy -- and it feels good to be out walking along with the Lord at my side. The circuit I'm taking will end up being close to three miles. Nearly a mile in, I realize that I'm going to need to find a toilet. Then I remember that about a block ahead is the construction site of a new house. Whew! Viva la port-a-potties!
I continue on and the skies begin to darken. Before long the clouds release their bounty and I find myself walking in a downpour. I'm about two-thirds on. About that same time I feel as if my blood sugar level is dropping, so I reach into my pocket for the candy that is still sitting on the kitchen counter. Oy!
At this point I'm listening to my body with great intensity, trying to determine if I can make it home before I bottom out, or if I need to call Beth to come rescue me. You see, (if you don't know this) when an insulin-dependent diabetic like myself experiences low blood sugar, it quickly becomes a matter of life and death.
I pass a friend's house and think, "Sure would be nice if they happened to come out of the their front door right now and I could ask for some juice or something." But it's 7:15 Saturday morning. What are the chances? Maybe knock? Nah.
So I slog on. When I reach the next intersection, I realize that I need to call Beth to come with candy to get me. "Bring a towel, too."
As I'm waiting, my friend, whose house I just passed, drives past. He doesn't see me. Oh well.
A minute later, Beth pulls up and I lean in to arrange the towel so that I don't soak the seat. As she turns the car around and heads back towards our house, she asks me what I was thinking, not having eaten before my walk and not having brought any candy with me. At that point she reminds me of the lack of similarities I possess compared to said superhero.
Next time I'll keep in mind the motto of the Boy Scouts: Be Prepared.
I got up early yesterday for my quiet time and quickly realized that I was going to be fighting off drowsiness the whole time (does that ever happen to you? Probably not.) so I decided to go for a prayer walk.
As I got dressed, I thought that I should grab some candy on my way out to carry with me (I'm a diabetic). All the while, I'm trying not to wake Beth. I write her a note, knowing that she'll most likely wake up before I return and quietly head out the door.
It's a beautiful morning -- warm and foggy -- and it feels good to be out walking along with the Lord at my side. The circuit I'm taking will end up being close to three miles. Nearly a mile in, I realize that I'm going to need to find a toilet. Then I remember that about a block ahead is the construction site of a new house. Whew! Viva la port-a-potties!
I continue on and the skies begin to darken. Before long the clouds release their bounty and I find myself walking in a downpour. I'm about two-thirds on. About that same time I feel as if my blood sugar level is dropping, so I reach into my pocket for the candy that is still sitting on the kitchen counter. Oy!
At this point I'm listening to my body with great intensity, trying to determine if I can make it home before I bottom out, or if I need to call Beth to come rescue me. You see, (if you don't know this) when an insulin-dependent diabetic like myself experiences low blood sugar, it quickly becomes a matter of life and death.
I pass a friend's house and think, "Sure would be nice if they happened to come out of the their front door right now and I could ask for some juice or something." But it's 7:15 Saturday morning. What are the chances? Maybe knock? Nah.
So I slog on. When I reach the next intersection, I realize that I need to call Beth to come with candy to get me. "Bring a towel, too."
As I'm waiting, my friend, whose house I just passed, drives past. He doesn't see me. Oh well.
A minute later, Beth pulls up and I lean in to arrange the towel so that I don't soak the seat. As she turns the car around and heads back towards our house, she asks me what I was thinking, not having eaten before my walk and not having brought any candy with me. At that point she reminds me of the lack of similarities I possess compared to said superhero.
Next time I'll keep in mind the motto of the Boy Scouts: Be Prepared.
Dec 4, 2007
Our Thyme in Rosemary
This past Saturday, Beth and I drove to Rosemary Beach, which is about 2 hours (depending upon traffic) to the east of us here on the panhandle.
It's one of those communities that was nonexistent 10 years ago. The land was purchased, plans were made, building was begun and before you knew it -- poof! -- there was a new town. It's really a cool place. Cooler still is the fact that there is a new (a year-and-a-half) church that meets in the town hall.
We were invited to come there and lead worship, as well as to share with the church body about our ministry in Ireland.
Just after Thanksgiving, I had a bad cold and stayed home to rest for two days straight. Doing so I was able to knock it out and by a week ago I was feeling much better. Then Beth got it (it's nice to share) and we were afraid that she might lose her voice just in time to lead worship at Rosemary Beach. We activated our prayer team and she made it through fine.
Really enjoyed our time with the pastor and his family, as well as some of the members of the body and look forward to a long friendship with them.
It's one of those communities that was nonexistent 10 years ago. The land was purchased, plans were made, building was begun and before you knew it -- poof! -- there was a new town. It's really a cool place. Cooler still is the fact that there is a new (a year-and-a-half) church that meets in the town hall.
We were invited to come there and lead worship, as well as to share with the church body about our ministry in Ireland.
Just after Thanksgiving, I had a bad cold and stayed home to rest for two days straight. Doing so I was able to knock it out and by a week ago I was feeling much better. Then Beth got it (it's nice to share) and we were afraid that she might lose her voice just in time to lead worship at Rosemary Beach. We activated our prayer team and she made it through fine.
Really enjoyed our time with the pastor and his family, as well as some of the members of the body and look forward to a long friendship with them.
Dec 3, 2007
What the...
Did you ever have anything happen to you that was completely out-of-the-blue, absolutely unexpected,leaving you to query, "Why me?"
Okay -- you have to first realize that I went all the way through my adolescence with nary a hint of acne.
Now, less than a week from the 46th anniversary of my birth, I have no less than 7, count 'em -- SEVEN -- pimples. PIMPLES! Zits. Pustules, blebs, carbuncles... Call 'em what you may, I have 'em.
So if you happen to see me soon, please don't stare.
Okay -- you have to first realize that I went all the way through my adolescence with nary a hint of acne.
Now, less than a week from the 46th anniversary of my birth, I have no less than 7, count 'em -- SEVEN -- pimples. PIMPLES! Zits. Pustules, blebs, carbuncles... Call 'em what you may, I have 'em.
So if you happen to see me soon, please don't stare.
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