A Popsicle Noah
Share This morning in children’s Sunday school we talked about Noah and the flood. You know, the classic Bible story. It was pouring rain and dark outside in a “going-back-to-sleep-is-tempting” sort of way. However, the weather set the stage. I’ve heard the story countless times, but the children at my
Encouragement
Share These girls have grabbed my heart. Growing up my mom used to make my siblings and I say 5 nice things about each other. Most of the time we were silly- James would compliment my ability to trip and fall and Robert would compliment how James takes such care
Saturdate
Share Sophomore year my sweet friend Lara got me a bright pink fishing pole after what I can only imagine to be multiple expressions of my desire to go fishing in the Brazos River. Perhaps I was homesick for childhood and fishing is associated with countless childhood memories? Not sure.
I70, you aint got nothing.
Share To get my hotel cup of coffee I had to get up early. A bit ironic, but fresh coffee can lure me from afar. I promised Robert I would let him sleep until 10 a.m. and hence, a much needed slow morning. I just imported my pictures from yesterday
Speaking of…
Share Speaking of childhood, these are fun…