The coneheads next door, reprise. A family of coneheads recently moved into the vacant house down the street. They seem nice enough, though they look and act a little odd. Were wondering if theyll visit our church. Of course, they would be welcome. But, still, they may prefer worshiping with their own kind. They say coneheads worship in their own unique way. Well, sure, this is humor, straight from an. Had the writers scripted an episode titled. The Coneheads Go to Church.

Im no King David, Michael Jordan or David Beckham, but this I do know. I am a child of the MOST HIGH GOD. And that my friend, makes me a prince, apart of the royal lineage, a child of his. Need I never forget how much the Father always provides for his children.

Stories about waltzing through my twenties. A few nights ago, we were in bed, pressed up next to each other like commas. In the darkness, I could only hear the low, comforting hum of night insects just outside and a very faint, almost abstract, swish of cars passing by on some main road. But mostly, it was quiet. T, I realized then.