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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

31 pizzas...

31 pizzas all in a row
31 pizzas cooking slow.
14 inches on each one
cooking, cooking, 'till their done.

64 breadstix all on a tray
64 breadstix for today.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Sunday, the Lord is the Good Shepherd.

Psalm 23

 1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
 2He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
 3He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
 4Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
 5Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
 6Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.



This is what I'm teaching my Sunday school kids today. I know they are expecting a Valentine's day story.  But then I would be teaching about St. Valentine, now wouldn't I? Sunday school isn't about cool stories with a  moral. It's about GOD. He is the Good Shepherd.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Self portrait 2

I'm not sure if I posted the other picture of myself on here, but this is the second one. I'm sorry if I look like a dork. The picture looks better in paper.


R.C.K.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

TO Shannon

I've been meaning to post this for a while. I love "Shannon's Place" because it's beautiful and because of the memorial there.










The poem on the Heart is this:

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn't go alone.
A part of us went with you
The day God took you home.

A million times we missed you
A million times we cried.
If love could have saved you
You never would have died.

To the grave we travel
The flowers are placed with care.
No one knows the heartache
 As we turn to leave you there.

If tears could build a stairway
And heartaches could make a lane,
We would walk a path to heaven
and bring you back again.