Cook, sing, live. My mother makes the best bread hands down! Growing up that was always the highlight of the week. Coming in from playing outside with friends to her bread just coming out of the oven was like we had died and gone to heaven! She would slice us each a nice thick piece of steamy hot bread, lather it with butter and then we would proceed to enjoy every bite of it. She definitely made us kids into avid bread eaters! .

The World As I See It. It is not what you look at that matters, it is what you see. A friend of mine sent me this blog today. At first, I thought it was promoting pre-marital sex. Find Your Wings by Austin Park. The Rest of the Old, Old Story by Shammah Pavao.

For we are all sojourners before you, and tenants, as all our fathers were; our days on earth are like a shadow. Thursday, December 9, 2010. I was struggling with writing about what I thought about myself and our group coming together. I honestly hated the fact that I had to write about this because I might have get put out in the open, thus becoming vulnerable. I just want to be accepted without looking bad.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014. We started out a little slow, I took Doug to his training class came back to the hotel and tried to get the boys moving. Yay! I was busy with other things that I needed to get done and talking on the phone. Uh, yea, thanks for noticing. UGH! Zach said - well now I know why there are three stars on the Tennessee flag! Yep, we l.