8220;I do not try to dance better than anyone else. I only try to to dance better than myself. It is one moment in time that we are ALL EQUAL . we each only get ONE VOTE . We all have one vote. I remember growing up and Mama and Daddy always taking us with them to the polls. They wanted Richard and me to understand the importance. They wanted us to see the value in voting. But, that was OK.

Sunday, November 22, 2009. Okay, maybe I did fall off the face of the earth for a while. Working with teenagers is just plain crazy. Those are great stories too and are nice to pull out when a little self-pep talk is needed, but. Saturday, June 14, 2008.

What have we come to? View my complete profile. The screens made this a challenging undertaking, to say the least. Anyhow, the little one was quite cooperative. Then, what to my wondering eyes did appear.

Find me at Over the Brim. I hope to see you there! October 20, 2014. I looked down at my shirt.

Journal entries of an itinerate United Methodist pastor on the way to the Kingdom. Monday, August 30, 2010. Do what you can, and then pray that God will give you the power to do what you cannot. Do all the good you can,. By all the means you can,. In all the ways you can,. In all the places you can,. At all the times you can,. To all the people you can,. As long as ever you can. Sunday, August 29, 2010. A Lesser God for Sure.

Photos, music, and musings. Waves roll against the shore. Echo in the backwaters of my mind. Fading now into the drone of cars. The smell of brine in the air. Pushed aside by drifting coffee from the breakroom. A gentle sunset on the sound. Bleeds into fluorescent glare and insistent monitor glow. Too long has the heart been from home. After Technicolor sights of dream come to life.

Different names for the same thing. my cakes are my pride and babies but. Different names for the same thing. I am so happy glee had turned itself into something more than a silly, silly show with headbopping numbers. when i first started it, eons ago, the epic pilot with the m.

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012. I see him there, perched and waiting. Hounds at my heel, unrelenting, nip and tear. His hand clasps mine both firm and tender;. Up and up, he puts me there. In the branches, he conceals me, far above the hungry stare. His laughter cool, a sweet elixir, turns the hounds-. The din below, I have forgotten. His hold is sure;. The din below is long forgotten. Sunday, November 22, 2009.