I don't know what to write.

Just watch and listen closely to the lyrics.



Lyrics here

Casting Crowns sings it live here.

Road Rug

I don't know about you but last Saturday was the last time I saw sunlight. I remember the joy of the day because I invested all afternoon with my kids playing outside.

Sometime during the day we headed to a garage sale just up the block from our house. I was guiding tumbling Timmers up the road, along the curb, keeping him from nose-planting into the pavement. At one point I needed to steer him around some dried up road kill. Looked like a flattened squirrel. I was intrigued by how it looked like a rug on the road.

Timmers walked right by it without much notice. But he stopped a few steps beyond, turned back, pointed at the road rug and said "Eee-Eee Woo", again "Eee-Eee Woo". With no assistance around I tried my hand at translating. I am getting pretty skilled. I've learned that if Timmers gets all excited then I've nailed it and we've communicated. I thought about it for a moment and said "Timmers? Puppy Woof?" He freaked "Eee-Eee Woo, Eee-Eee Woo".

Shocked Once Again

Do a search on this blog for electricity and you'll come across a few stories of my journey of self-discovery into the callings I have been shown not to pursue. In this case, I've proved once again I am not a do-it-yourself-handyman-electrician.

I took another round of 110 through my right arm this last weekend while installing track lighting. I'll spare the details of how it happened but I promise, this time, I took all known safety precautions in order to keep myself alive. Namely, like any learned human being, I shut off the breakers to the circuit I was working on. How in the world did I get shocked? The lighting unit was all installed and I of course needed to test it - show me the light. I flipped the breaker back on, flicked the light switch, and there was the light. Great! I did it! Success.

Something didn't seem quite right. There was too much space between two of the four lights and so I decided to slide them closer together. Oh, and I didn't like the looks of the the exposed wiring so I tucked it back into the main housing. Immediately after the sparks, explosion, shock, and pain, I observed in awe the major damage to the track. It is all a matter of perspective though. I suppose some welding experts would admire the perfect welding bond of the main unit to the track. I guess I won't be making any small adjustments to it now. Yeah, looks good to me. The lights still work and I have feeling back in my finger tips again. Project complete.

I used to think I could die by accidentally electrocuting myself. Today I am thinking differently. I think I have proved I will never die by the power of electricity. Some will say I am Electroman in the making. I am not there yet but I am aware of a small shift in my thinking. Electroman? It could happen!

Reunion Afterthoughts

[by Pat aka fruitcup]

Turns out I was the one telling most of the stories. I brought a set of 50 or so pictures and each one needed commentary so I obliged. I guess I was a bit surprised by how much I remembered and how much everyone else forgot.

It was fantastic to see everyone.

In the end, contrary to my anxious anticipation, I realized I have a ton of great memories from those days. No shame. In view of God's mercy and sovereignty over my life, all things are forgiven and they happened for my good and most definitely for His glory.

Speaking of good...don't miss the picture of my date.