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Wednesday, June 23, 2010. I tossed and turned for hours last night. I ended up wrapping a twisted-up down comforter around my body until I found a position that was comfortable.
One day at a time. It is a challenge to break away from the norm. It is scary to stand out. I think those tulips might be on to something. I wrote a blog post for work the other day that was featured on our Power of the Home.
Men have in their minds a picture of how the wor. Riverside, CA, United States. Friday, June 4, 2010. Men have in their minds a picture of how the world will be. How they will be in that world. The world may be many different ways for them but there is one world that will never be and that is the world they dream of. Wednesday, May 12, 2010. Saturday, May 1, 2010. Friday, April 9, 2010.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011. Many of you know that I taken part in a mission trip to Costa Rica. Each of these trips have been incredible and life changing! I am so proud of him for committing to spending an entire summer sharing the love of Christ. you definitely should check out his blog and see what God is doing i.
June 3, 2010 in Uncategorized. May 31, 2010 in Baby Boys.
I love the dorm life! So here we go! James is pu.
Simple Girl Just Running the Race. Here is my progress on my 2010 book reading. Mark of the Lion Series. 7 Habits of Highly Effective Parents. The Boy by Roald Dahl. What did you expect? To train up a child. The 5 Temptations of a CEO.
Percy Jackson e o Mar de Monstros. Não vou falar muito mais sobre a história para não liberar muitos. Mas o que posso dizer é que a série superou minhas expe.
Monday, October 26, 2009. What if life were always easy for you or for me? What if we flew through this life with no trials and afflictions, sufferings or hardships? Sunday, October 25, 2009. Trusting Him in the Fire. I was thinking recently on how to deal with disappointments.
A ragged accumulation of writing. The False Boyhood; The Blank Page. The page lay open and plain-white like pressed t-shirts hanging on the line when his mother used to wash his clothes as a boy. Except that was thrilling, running through the sheets, the laundry, the wind. Innocence was always on his lips and turmoil at his back, the way he shaped the tall grass with his feet as he ran past. But those days, those engorged and fattened memories, were gone.